On the edge of war, one foot already in,
I no longer pray for peace: I pray for miracles…
I pray that stone hearts will turn to tenderheartedness,
and evil intentions will turn to mercifulness...
I pray that the whole world might sit down together and share its bread and wine.
Some say there is no hope, but then I’ve always applauded the holy fools who never seem to give up on the scandalousness of our faith:
that we are loved by God…that we can truly love one another.
I no longer pray for peace: I pray for miracles
from the poem I No Longer PrayFor Peace by Ann Weems