Hear me, Father,
forming petitions rising up to the heavens,
carried on evaporated tears.
We are in need of Your help.
Hear the laments of those broken,
by whatever measure they are fractured;
I lift them in prayer.
For those I know and love,
and those whom I shall never meet;
embrace them, this day.
For those, worn from war and
those who will not be fed,
may my prayer extend beyond words,
and may I find a way to help
even one of Your people, this day.
You are the God of my Fathers,
and my Mothers.
You are the constant Spirit
known collectively upon this planet.
Know those who seek You
and let them in.
Amen.
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Further reading
Hear Me, Father asks that prayer for people facing hunger and war become help for even one person. Kerry Weber’s Mercy in the City explores the corporal works of mercy amid ordinary responsibilities, offering a concrete way to think about that movement from prayer to action.