People sit quietly in clutters of possessions,
Anxiously waiting for weather reports and messages...
Have mercy, O breath of God.
We ask for good news.
Children stray too far from the water’s edge
and are herded back to the safety of the sea...
Have mercy, Holy One who commands the waters.
We ask for secure children.
Sounds of storm are interrupted by piercing sirens,
yet no one turns their head.
Have mercy, Sacred Guide, on the drivers.
As exhaustion takes its toll,
we ask for their refreshment and recovery.
The sky turns from gold to red to black.
It glows of death and destruction.
Have mercy, God of Wind and Calm.
In anger and delight, in sorrow and pain,
we ask your comfort and presence.
(C) A A Koh-Butler, 2020
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