Out of the depths they cry to you, O God.
and they cry to us – the world,
not just Italy, not just Greece.
You who walked on water,
and stilled the storm —
hear these voices
from Gambia and Nigeria,
Bangladesh and Afghanistan,
Syria and Iraq,
Libya, Mali and Eritrea!
And let our ears be attentive
to the voice of their supplications!
Do you mark the iniquities
of human traffickers,
and smugglers, O God?
Ah, but if you also mark the iniquities
of those who turn away
from news of these drownings,
these desperate journeys,
O Living Water, who could stand?
But there is forgiveness with you,
and you teach mercy
and cooperation and hope
for the migrants of the world.
You adopted a wandering Aramean,
and shelter in your love
all who long for a promised land
with the milk of food for children
and the honey of education,
and for that you are revered.
They wait for you, God,
their souls wait for the Holy One
by different names,
but they must not wait for us —
for in our words is their hope.
Across the Mediterranean
in fragile, over-full vessels,
so many souls wait for welcome
and the kindness of rescue boats —
more than those who watch for the morning,
more than those who watch for the morning.
O World, hope in God!
For with God there are no borders,
but great power to change human hearts.
May all in the world who have homes
pray for forgiveness until there is shelter
for all who journey.