God, we know you are not —
in the winds of Hurricane Florence,
the earthquakes of Hokkaido or Arequipa,
thirty-eight gas fires in Lawrence and Andover,
and wildfires of California.
We are sure of that.
Help us to know
your still small voice is a prophecy
that we become the rescuers of our neighbors
and of many strangers,
comforters to those who grieve new losses,
and to those whose year-old sorrows
have been denied,
rebuilders with all your children,
caretakers of your sacred groaning creation.