In that city there was a widow
who kept coming to him and saying,
“Grant me justice…”
God—not the socially empowered one,
not one who judges, not one who does not care,
but the powerless one,
the one who is silenced, ignored,
with no recourse other than to plead—
pleads, pleads for justice.
How distressing for us who want God to just
make things right,
that God does so by suffering, by pleading,
by continually coming.
This is the God we plead to,
and by whom, we trust,
justice will be done.
Faith on earth is found among those
who stand with the ones
who plead for justice.