inspired by Psalm 19
Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 23, 2012
There is no speech, nor are there words;
their voice is not heard;
yet their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
~ Psalm 19:3-4a
The psalmist is singing of glorious things,
but on this day
and with this people,
my heart hears different words.
There is no speech, nor are there words
to describe the pain of a family who mourns,
no language to explain the fear, rage, and resentment
that tears our communities apart.
Two sons have been lost –
whether they look like us or someone else,
they are beloved sons,
two children of God, just the same.
In life separated by culture or color or fear,
united now for eternity:
both lost to violence;
standing on either side of the same weapon.
No speech, no words, are adequate;
none can describe the pain and senselessness.
Yet voices are heard – cries of outrage and indignity,
demands for justice and calls for vengeance …
The frightened and merciless,
the victims and the violent
are tossed upon the currents of a never-ending stream
of rhetoric and rationales.
Politics and performance art
distract us and distance us –
each from the other;
our differences are emphasized,
our similarities forgotten,
tears are turned into pitchforks,
shared sorrows become dividing lines.
The American tragedy continues.
There is no speech,
nor are there words;
only heartaches and heartfelt prayers.
Lord God, have mercy on us.