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The Beloved builds the holy city;
we tear it down.
The Beloved binds wounds of the people;
we inflict pain.
The Beloved heals broken hearts;
we break them.
The Beloved names all the stars;
we sell them for certificates.
The Beloved brings rain and green;
we create flood and litter.
The Beloved grows farms and food;
we make waste and hoard.
The Beloved makes peace at our borders;
we break treaties.
The Beloved gives snow and ice;
we make our own for money.
The Beloved is the Word bearing words;
we listen or not.
This Psalm reflects the heaviness in my heart over the environmental devastation of our beautiful planet and its creatures--particularly at this moment, the Gulf. So many layers of greed and evil brought us this toxic black river gushing into the once-blue domain of dolphins and turtles. I am sickened, saddened, and I pray.
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