God of many names and no name,
Hashem, Allah, Adonai, El, Mother,
Brahman, Sacred Mystery,
In this season of darkness we cry out for the light of hope.
We are in deep mourning.
Over the past two days we have struggled to understand
what brokenness of mind could allow a human soul
to walk into a school and murder twenty children and six teachers.
There are no words for our despair;
we are devastated;
we are angry;
we are afraid.
O God of many names,
help us to find the strength to endure our grief,
and help our nation find the right way forward
as we face what we do not wish to acknowledge
about ourselves and our culture.
May we turn from violence,
seeking the way of light and of peace,
not only among the nations,
but also among people,
and in our inner cities,
and in our suburbs,
and in our families,
and in our schools.
In the conversations ahead, may we speak with one another openly
and from the deep place of spirit.
May we find the courage to make our voices heard
when we have something that needs to be said,
and to speak firmly the truth of our hearts.
And in the midst of our mourning may we find hope,
remembering that no act of violence, however terrible, can define us,
or take away the goodness of which humanity is capable.
God of many names and no name,
Let us lift our spirits to the light,
our hearts to the call,
and our bodies to the task
of hope and healing.
So may it be.
Amen.
The Song and the Sigh 