What kind of a covenant
Is this, my God?
Between the destruction of every people
And the curse of one more,
You promise a reckoning
For every drop of spilled blood.
And unashamed, I ask You:
What good are Your promises
To the already-gone?
Of what use is my hoping
In days soaked-through with blood?
O God, my God, tell me this:
What will be left of us
When Your reckoning comes?
Holy God, we hold the hope of this season alongside our lament at everything that remains to be done. We lift up the people of Palestine, Sudan, the Congo, and every other place whose people are treated as disposable in the face of empire’s endless appetite. Grant us wisdom in these days, Loving God; grant us courage. Amen.
Feagin Hardy
Student, Union Presbyterian Seminary (Richmond, VA)
Alum, UKirk Ole Miss
Words for Waiting 