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For the Hour of Despair

Para a hora do desespero confession of “I believe in a Soft God. I believe in a Soft God who

God of the homeless with no place to sleep or even store their worldly goods, God of the beggar to

Where are you God? Over and over it is the same. I am tired of the prayers, comforting words, Which

With oil we choose from these lines to say to each other, as we anoint each other: Where there

Desolation Expansive plains littered with lost lives, tin and bricks scattered, stranded Homes shaped of what was tossed away by

Squatting in my little street corner this very dark night. It is cold and the and the darkness is scary.

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God you are our refuge. You are the shore in sight, You are hands that reach out, You are the

This prayer was done amidst the women on the streets who were taking care of their hair and painting toenails

God’s son shot dead at Tivoli God’s blood spilled on the floor God’s daughter mourns In the shadow of wicked

Somewhere there is a home A place of return Of reunion Safety and security Of peace A communion of friends,