Prayer for the immigration crisis (an homage to Gerard Manley Hopkins “God’s Grandeur”)

My little hand holds (and not the great world)
the small shining of shook foil

and there is no beauty that I see,
only the blankets on children detained —
alone and frightened, cold,

and without care,
without — O you grand and broken God,
toothpaste and soap,

and parents,

without justice, compassion,
but not without hope,
because that alone, hope

is never spent, but lights the western sky
as night falls
on the long walk from the south,
even if dimly, touches
with fingers a rim of east
every morning, every detention center.

Hope brought them here
to the terrible inhospitality
that smears
all this country ever thought to be.

And it is left to us and the Holy Spirit
to brood
over those who are lost,
Oscar, Valeria,
and bend the world
so that the living children
might someday be found
by bright wings.

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1 Response to Prayer for the immigration crisis (an homage to Gerard Manley Hopkins “God’s Grandeur”)

  1. Pingback: Brooding | God of the Sparrow 🌱 By Kathy Manis Findley

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