City of history and culture
maze of streets and steps
How often I walked within your bounds...
Today I weep for you
as you take stock
as you stand, bewildered by the force of terror
Oh Paris! What can we say?
Holy God - be with those who weep
and those who fear
Counsel those who react
Encourage those who help, and pray, and listen, and talk...
Comfort those who survived against the odds
Quell feelings of guilt and wonderment
Why did I survive? How was I saved?
Walk, O Holy One with your little ones
Your broken ones
Your hurting ones
Walk and walk, until the pain eases and tomorrow comes
in words and silence
|Paris - autumn 2008|