An Easter Prayer

In this season of sacrifice, 
amidst a world torn asunder, 
I turn my voice upon high 
and ask that those with ears might hear 
devotions and lamentations in equal measure. 
You, Lord, do not need to hear 
for all paths lead to you, 
all paths lead home, 
in the sky, Lord, in the sky. 
The world needs to hear. 
Needs your knowledge and wisdom, 
and steadfast love to be bestowed upon it. 
As mere threads in the tapestry of fate 
we see the world through a mirror dimly 
failing to reason and understand 
your ineffable plan. 
You are unknowable, unspeakable, 
beyond our comprehension. 
Yet we try. 
The more we try we fail. 
How disappointed you must be 
in every atrocity carried out in your name. 
A meddlesome priest stabbed in your church, 
a pious holy father turning his back 
on your chosen people, 
and the orthodox preachers justifying 
the destruction and desecration 
of the peaceful breadbasket of the world. 
It was Jesus who broke bread at the Last Supper, 
proclaimed it his body, 
and offered salvation and eternal life. 
If Jesus was your word made flesh, 
the embodiment of the love 
you wrote upon our hearts, 
then the bread, food of the soul, seed of the earth, 
was your word returned to us in kind. 
In this season of sacrifice 
I gently request for you 
to deliver upon your promise 
to make us, who are no people, 
the children of God. 
Welcome us to your 
gracious and loving bosom. 
Rebuke the wicked in the name 
of all who are blood and ash 
so that man no longer 
takes up arms against man 
and swords and spears 
become plowshares and pruninghooks 
at long last. 
In this season of sacrifice 
as we ruminate and meditate 
upon the passion and resurrection 
of the Son of Man 
I ask who will roll away our stone, 
who will ease our burden, 
who will fulfill the promise 
of the Prince of Peace 
and bring about the life 
that is truly life? 
I ask that you, Lord, 
carry my words to those that need to hear. 
I ask that you, in your wisdom, 
end the suffering of man 
on Earth as it is in Heaven 
for the Kingdom of God 
is in our midst, 
written upon our hearts. 
Jesus died because of the sins of man. 
The doubts of Peter, the greed and betrayal of Judas, 
but most of all the oppression and colonization 
by the Roman state. 
I ask you, Lord, to take the hearts 
that prefer to be stone 
and turn them towards Jerusalem. 
Share your steadfast love with 
the most wicked among us 
and grant them understanding 
of the evil they do. 
In this season of sacrifice, 
amidst a world torn asunder, 
I ask those that need to hear, hear, 
and your covenants ring across 
all lands and bring humankind 
to peace at last.