Father, here I am today in my quiet place, where I light the flame of peace. While the incongruence burns my eyes. We light the wicks we do not need, we have electricity, and half the world away my friends light candles from necessity. Sirens blare and missiles fall— pyrotechnics in the air. Hell fire rains down on them all and the children cry with fear and the children cry with fear. Expectant mothers lie beneath the earth, their children cradled in broken, lifeless arms. We, who are safe from harm, light our candles as a sign we scarcely need, while others strain in vain to hear a word from you that peace and justice will prevail that peace and justice will prevail. So—here I am today, in a quiet place where I light the flame of peace. While the incongruence burns my eyes… the incongruence burns my eyes.
Prayer of Confession, Day 298
A quiet flame burns while distant sirens carve the sky.
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