A lamentation for the first 100 days of this administration

Spirit of Life,
we gather with hearts broken open, souls aching—
by the weight of the world,
by the wounds of history,
by the cruel persistence of injustice.

How long, O Spirit, must our bodies be made into battlegrounds?
How long must the Earth be sacrificed at the altar of profit?

How long must we abide by an economy of disposability
where Black, Indigenous, people of color, transgender, and disabled lives are traded for another’s right to exist, another’s claim of safety?   

How long must this world run on stolen labor, stolen land, and stolen lives for the sake of greed and the lie of supremacy? 

We lament the silence that has stretched too long,
the complicity woven into our comforts,
The slowness of our response when urgency was demanded.
We grieve the gap between our values and our actions—
between the pragmatic and the prophetic. 

Forgive us for the times we have turned away.
Forgive us when we have mistaken quiet for peace,
and civility and decorum for justice.

But let this lament not be the end.
Let our sorrow carve space for resolve.
Let our tears water the seeds of uprising.
Let our faith rise from the ashes—not innocent,
but braver, wiser, more centered in love.

May we be a people who side with love.
May we be a people who disrupt, who dismantle, and who dream.
May we be a people who remember
that we are always on the horizon of transformation,
and there may we greet our collective liberation. 

May it be so. Blessed be. Amen.