PSALMS © 2008
How many errors are needed for the idea to be revealed,
For, in acceptance, pride to finally unveil?
Oh Christ, clothe anew your emissaries,
That they may proclaim the word in the loneliest corners.
Of how many lives, questions, is this hunger made,
That spreads through the world, gnawing at each name?
How many more must suffer in silent injustice,
While inequality transforms the weary soul?
I too am ashamed, in the silence that afflicts me,
When I see the emptiness that corrodes and feigns hope.
But Christ, if you are the bread that sustains all,
Why is there still hunger in every thirsty soul?
Perhaps, in error, lies the key to redemption,
A winding path that leads to transformation.
But does the pain of inequality weigh on me, and on you?
How many more lives, oh Christ, do we need until the end?