a stray dog
shivering in a doorway;
a homeless family
in line at the shelter;
children kidnapped
and forced into slavery,
or into rebel armies:
who doesn't feel sorry
when faced with such sights,
who is not filled with compassion?
but who is filled with enough pain
to seek justice for those
dumped by the side of the road
by the world?
who is filled with enough anger
to be willing
to fast
so that others might eat;
to walk
so that others might have heat;
to listen
so that others might be heard.
You are,
Passionate God,
you are!
And you call us
not just to feel pity,
but to feel moved
about ending poverty;
not just to give someone a bandage,
but to bind their spirits,
not just to give someone a handout,
but to touch them,
to welcome them,
to include them in our lives.
We are compassionate,
help us to be passionate.
Amen.
(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman
Monday, August 22, 2005
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