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A prayer for Newtown

I wrote this originally after the shooting in Oslo in July, 2011. I have adapted it in the wake of this latest tragedy. 
God, there are lots of words we want to say to you, lots of people we want to pray for with you, places we want to give into your care.
Today we want to say things to you about Connecticut - we want to say, Why? What? We want to say - No!
We pray with you for the people of Newtown those who have died, their family and friends who have lost sisters, brothers, children, friends ...  so many of them so small, young, vulnerable ...  the people of the city and the country whose hearts are breaking - our hearts are breaking with them, and we know your heart is breaking too.
We pray for the emergency services people finding the broken bodies healing the wounded, searching for the missing, protecting the living.
We pray for the person who has done this terrible thing for his troubled soul,  his family and friends who survive him ...  and we pray for those who are investigat…


I wonder if she knows that I am thinking of her still?
I wonder if he knows he lingers on my mind?
they pulled up beside us for a moment, for a night,
in their blue home on wheels, clothes packed tight
behind the front seats supporting a mattress beside
the back making a bed above the wardrobe.
they asked us to trust them, sought no more than permission,
wept when we went further, unlocked the door,
opened our hearts, and cared.
have you had a good life?, she asked without judgement
or envy - yes, I simply answered, yes, I have.
Listening for a moment, I held her story in my heart:
giving her story to a stranger, a story rarely shared,
I wonder if she imagines the gift that she has given:
an invitation to love, no gift will ask more of us,
no gift will give more to us: no gift will make us, more

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