Blessed
Fierce Mystery,
Creator,
Created, Creating
I
pray for understanding, because
I
just don't get it.
I
don't mean I don't know what's happening.
I
know.
I
know what atrocities theyre committing
And
I know why they're doing it
And
how they're doing it.
I
understand who it serves
And
who it hurts.
I
understand who profits
And
who suffers.
I
get it, but...
I
don't understand.
What
goes on in their heads?
How
do they justify the cruelty?
I
don't mean I haven't heard their logic,
I
know.
And
I understand the psychology of it,
The
dehumanization
And
the tribalism
The
otherness of the victims
And
the, you know, the racism.
I
get it, but...
It
boggles the mind,
How
do you hurt children like that?
I
don't mean I've never heard of monsters who
Like
to frighten and humiliate people who can't defend themselves,
I
mean, I understand that it happens,
And
they're not really monsters,
They
are, alas, human beings.
I
know they may not mean to do this,
Or
know they're doing this
Or
maybe they think it serves a larger cause,
Or
they feel like they don't have a choice,
Or
that they're Only Following Orders,
Or
even,
It's
My Job,
Or
I
Gotta Feed My Kids First.
I
get it, I do...
But
Enough.
I
don't get it.
Blessed
Fierce Mystery,
Creator,
Created, Creating,
We
are not praying for your help,
Because
we know what to do:
Agitate,
organize, write, call, send money, vote.
But it would be nice
To understand.
But it would be nice
To understand.
Amen
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