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I Am Weeping, But I Don't Know Why

I am weeping, but I don't know why. 

I am weeping and knitting

And hoping that God hears the prayers of my tears.

I am weeping, but I don't know why.

I do know why -- maybe -- but which why is it?

The cruelty of a church I thought I once knew

And once was proud to represent?

Sorrow and gratitude

For a friend and teacher whose life is in decline.

The stories of families

Desparate, dying,

Fleeing wars and fires and death.

This world, so terribly broken

By racism, by fear, hatred, greed.

So much pain,

So much despair, hatred, need.

And so I sit and weep and knit.

I am weeping, but I don't know why.

Take these tears, God of Hope.

Take these stitches, Great Weaver.

Take these prayers, Gentle Lover of the Universe.

We are yours.

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