Phil's Boring Blog

Creator God: a prayer of agony and anguish November 6, 2021

Creator God,
Sustainer of the Universe,
Author of all that is good,
Great artist whose handiwork
spans snowflakes and star fields,
joins atoms and eons,
why did you entrust this world
to creatures so fickle as us?

Did you know that we would take
the sacred remains of those
who came before us
and burn them to fuel
our greed,
our avarice?

Did you know that when you came
to dwell in our midst,
speaking peace,
we would murder you
and twist your welcoming words
into a message of shame,
driving the outcasts,
those whom you called friends,
even further away?

I dare to believe that you did,
that you knew,
that you counted the cost
and found it a price worth paying,
that the pain you bore
and the blood you shed
were built into your plan
from the very beginning.

I dare to believe
that the trust you’ve placed
in these fickle hearts
will be trust repaid
as we find our way
towards a world repaired,
that the harm we’ve done
can be turned around
to build a better world:

A world where love
is the greatest thing,
where the lost are found
and the captives freed,
where the truth is told
and the truth is heard
and the “Blah blah blah”
of the hypocrites
is gently overcome
by the weeping crowds
turning things around
to find a better way;

A world where hope
leads to trust renewed,
where resources shared
open doors once closed,
where the poor are fed
and the naked clothed,
and the path we tread
is the way back home
to you.