I pray for those where

the world is exploding,

I pray for those

where bodies are falling.

Cling not to this mortal existence

when all is breaking

into hopeless pieces 

of cruel destruction!

There is no choice

but to cry out

in desperation

and hope for release

from this devastation.

The flower pushes up

from the cold concrete.

So, too, our spirits rise

in the quiet spaces of loss.