A Prayer for Syria

Christ of the Cross,
Christ of Sarin and VX,
Christ of Nerve Agents,
I am in the multitude,
one of many, indistinguishable from the rest.
I am here.
I do not speak.
I stay silent.
I close my eyes.
My heart wants to stop beating.
I am somewhere beyond your pain.
I am my own guilty mess.
They are crucifying you.
You are dying.
Before me now,
In the faces of Syrian children,
I am compelled to pray,
Unable to go beyond,
The words of a thief,
If you are the Christ,
Save them first,
Before you save anyone else.
Amen

–Richard Bryant

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