In a certain city there was a judge
who neither feared God
nor had respect for people….
A widow kept coming to him
saying, “Grant me justice.”
—Luke 18.2-3
O Humble One,
come to us—
judgmental as we are,
oblivious to you,
careless toward others—
come, demanding justice,
come, and come again;
wear us down
by continually coming.
Disguised as someone
vulnerable, powerless,
shamed, blamed,
let your small voice
keep bothering us
until we grant you justice.
O Lowest One,
you who patiently wait,
it is we who have the power,
we who must listen,
who must decide.
When you come among us
will you find faith?
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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