Louise is Elizabeth blog

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Racked by a virus
I rest in God’s hand.
Fearful loved ones caught it from me
I rest in God’s hand.
Aggrieved by the death of George Floyd,
I rest in God’s hand.
Aggrieved by the death after death after death
of members of my human family,
century after century under the “protection”
of an organizing document that says none of this should happen
because all, all, all humans are created equal,
I rest in the palm of God’s hand.
Fearful for the Natives
who keep us all connected,
Earth and sky, life and land,
who practice peace,
who demonstrate what it means to be a people,
I cling to hope offered in God’s hand.
While living in God’s hand, I welcome George Floyd to this safe place.
I welcome the multitudes of COVID sufferers and victims
to the peace of God’s hand.
I invite the confused
the destitute of faith,
the pitiful who think themselves mighty,
and I invite those who think power and money
matter more than the people without whom the mighty cannot survive,
to rest and heal in the peace of God’s hand.
I welcome them to receive God’s grace,
to receive the love that fills the hearts of
all who choose to rest in God’s hand.


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