God, I found a bullet in the playground –
not a casing, a bullet.
Here we are –
contemporary Gethsemane
with swings and climbing structure,
a child of God at risk,
people who should care
sound asleep.
There are still betrayers
who use kisses,
people who will say
they are following orders,
and someone who always thinks
life is safer with a weapon.
I act it out for them
in a ritual of candle and shadow,
in an old story remembered
and new again.
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Amen.