God of mercy, spirit who makes peace out of war,
who wanders with refugees and keeps vigil with children at our border and all borders;
Holy healer in hospitals and shelters, at schools, in homes, at weddings, and in planes;
May your love be balm for all the hurt.
May your truth be present in offices of power and in the hearts of soldiers and civilians alike.
Many times we’ve thought the arc was bending towards justice.
Many times we saw it happen in courtrooms and in streets, in the hearts of people creating their own liberation.
Many times we’ve also doubted.
For those of us this morning who doubt, who despair that brokenness and suffering and war may win,
remind us of the small mercies, the tiny triumphs: hope does dwell in this world.
