Comfort, O comfort my people,
says your God.
Speak tenderly to Jerusalem…
comfort my people.
Even as you cry for justice,
let it lead to a peaceable life for all.
Even as you resist evil,
Be a voice of comfort, not blame,
a voice of hope, not doom.
Tell my people—show them:
I will be with you, one of you—
to see your struggles, to stumble with you.
I taste the cold mud, I feel the sharp wounds.
I know the fear that this cold fog will never lift.
Beloved, it will lift.
I will be with you
to manage the rough spots with you,
to carry you with tender delight.
My child, my people are hurting.
Speak tenderly to them.
Show them my hope and comfort,
and the words shall not be in vain.
November 30, 2020