In Memory of All Victims of War and Terrorism
For vibrant lives suddenly
and shamelessly sacrificed,
we lift up the ashes of our loss,
O Source of Life.
For the lives that continue,
haunted forever by the pain of absence,
we lift up the ashes of our remorse,
O Wellspring of Compassion.
For the conflagration of flames and nightmare
images forever seared into our memories,
we lift up the ashes of our pain,
O Breathing Spirit of the World.
For the charred visions of peace
and the dry taste of fear,
we lift up the ashes of our grief,
O Infinite.
For all the deaths that have been justified by turning
the love of God or country into fanatical arrogance,
we lift up the ashes of our shame,
O God.
As we cast these ashes into the
troubled water of our times,
Transforming One,
hear our plea that by your power they
will make fertile the soil of our future and
by your mercy nourish the seeds of peace.
For the ways humanity pursues violence
rather than understanding,
we lift up the stones of our anger,
O Breathing Spirit of the World.
For the ways we allow national, religious and
ethnic boundaries to circumscribe our compassion,
we lift up the stones of our hardness,
O Wellspring of Compassion.
For our addiction to weapons and the ways of
militarism we lift up the stones of our fear,
O Source of Life.
For the ways we cast blame and create enemies
we lift up the stones of our self-righteousness,
O God.
As we cast these stones into this ancient river,
Transforming One, hear our plea:
Just as water wears away the hardest of stones,
so too may the power of your compassion soften
the hardness of our hearts and draw us into a future
of justice and peace.
For sowing seeds of justice to blossom into harmony,
we cast these flowers into the river,
O Source of Peace.
For seeing clearly the many rainbow
colors of humanity and earth,
we cast these flowers into the river,
O Infinite.
For calling us to life beyond our grieving,
we cast these flowers into the river,
O Breathing Spirit of the World.
As we cast these flowers into this ancient river,
Transforming One, hear our plea:
Just as water births life in a desert and gives
hope to the wounded, so too may the power of
your nurturing renew our commitment to peace.
Words by Rev. Patricia Pearce, Pastor of Tabernacle United Church, Philadelphia, and Rabbi Arthur Waskow, Director of The Shalom Center
For vibrant lives suddenly
and shamelessly sacrificed,
we lift up the ashes of our loss,
O Source of Life.
For the lives that continue,
haunted forever by the pain of absence,
we lift up the ashes of our remorse,
O Wellspring of Compassion.
For the conflagration of flames and nightmare
images forever seared into our memories,
we lift up the ashes of our pain,
O Breathing Spirit of the World.
For the charred visions of peace
and the dry taste of fear,
we lift up the ashes of our grief,
O Infinite.
For all the deaths that have been justified by turning
the love of God or country into fanatical arrogance,
we lift up the ashes of our shame,
O God.
As we cast these ashes into the
troubled water of our times,
Transforming One,
hear our plea that by your power they
will make fertile the soil of our future and
by your mercy nourish the seeds of peace.
For the ways humanity pursues violence
rather than understanding,
we lift up the stones of our anger,
O Breathing Spirit of the World.
For the ways we allow national, religious and
ethnic boundaries to circumscribe our compassion,
we lift up the stones of our hardness,
O Wellspring of Compassion.
For our addiction to weapons and the ways of
militarism we lift up the stones of our fear,
O Source of Life.
For the ways we cast blame and create enemies
we lift up the stones of our self-righteousness,
O God.
As we cast these stones into this ancient river,
Transforming One, hear our plea:
Just as water wears away the hardest of stones,
so too may the power of your compassion soften
the hardness of our hearts and draw us into a future
of justice and peace.
For sowing seeds of justice to blossom into harmony,
we cast these flowers into the river,
O Source of Peace.
For seeing clearly the many rainbow
colors of humanity and earth,
we cast these flowers into the river,
O Infinite.
For calling us to life beyond our grieving,
we cast these flowers into the river,
O Breathing Spirit of the World.
As we cast these flowers into this ancient river,
Transforming One, hear our plea:
Just as water births life in a desert and gives
hope to the wounded, so too may the power of
your nurturing renew our commitment to peace.
Words by Rev. Patricia Pearce, Pastor of Tabernacle United Church, Philadelphia, and Rabbi Arthur Waskow, Director of The Shalom Center
Image: photograph by C. Robin Janning
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