When you look down from lofty heights
and gaze upon the magnificence of creation, 
the flowing mountains, the dancing streams, 
the quilted patchwork vision of wholeness

do you also see us, insignificant specks of dust,
invisible to the naked eye, small and afraid
struggling to obey your commandments?

What comfort can we find, is there
any purpose to our prayers for redemption,
if you do not see us, or cannot hear our prayers.

Do not abandon us to the pit, the abyss, 
do not let our trembling voices be silenced,
do not require the sacrifice of our children. 

We sit here in dust and ashes, our hearts
ripped open, our grief beyond bearing

Hear our plea, give voice to your love
for us. Let us know your gentle touch,
the caress of your sheltering wings.

©2023marthahurwitz