Bless the Mourning of My Soul

Eternal God.
Grant mercy this day to me:

Lest I lose myself in sorrow.
For the ills of this world.
The travesty of religion.
The greed of this nation.
Its violence, guns, fears and hatred.

But take not the sorrow away.

For blessed are those who mourn.
Who mourn the sins of the world.
The suffering of so many.
At the hands of so few.
The few who wield the reigns of power.
The Pilots and the Caesars.
The High Priests and their Temple Police.
The juggernaut of a religious state.
And the state of religion, when love is lost.
And power embraced.

For all who mourn this day:
The blessing of your own mourning, O God.
The blessing of your own tears.
To wash our hearts and cleanse our minds.
And some broken bread to give us strength.
A cup of wine to refresh us.

For the long day's journey.
And restless nights.
When thoughts churn.
And heartache intrudes.
No sleep for the weary.
Weary from love.

Bless the mourning of my soul.