There is this one promise we trust –
That when we do not know what to pray,
the Spirit intercedes for us,
with sighs too deep for words.
…Come now, Spirit…
We have been praying and sobbing
and stuttering and crying out
and our own thoughts and our own words
make no sense to us anymore.
…They go out from us –
our thoughts, our words, our hearts –
they stretch to Connecticut, they stretch to Syria,
they snap back to our own homes, our own families.
Take what is in our hearts, Spirit –
Take our jumbled thoughts and prayers –
Take the hopes we dare to speak –
Know that this is what we do
when we do not know how to care.
Make of our halting efforts a blanket of compassion
to wrap around all who mourn now, and all who fear.
Be near us, Lord, and near all who call on you, we pray. Amen.