God, we are so angry.
We have tried to be pleasant, and to say we are fine.
With carefully arranged faces we have looked for reasons that this is a part of your plan, or for the best.
Forgive us, God, for we are weak and tired and worn.
We do not know what to say. We do not know what to do.
Our hope has been ripped from us and shredded before our very eyes.
Come quickly, God. Come and fill us.
Fill our imaginations so that we dream only of your great mercy and steadfast love.
Fill our darkness so that we walk in light.
Fill our bodies so that we are made to stand.
Fill our hearts so that we may hope again.