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‘Then the thief who was being crucified on the cross next to him said,

‘Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.’ Jesus

replied, ‘Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in Paradise.’

Luke 23. 42-43

 

Dying Jesus,

at the end of yourself

you turned

and spoke words of

togetherness

in the places of the torn.

May we always find

words to

hold, especially in times

 when the world

harms.

Because sometimes

words

can heal.

Amen.

          Pádraig Ó Tuama (Daily Prayer)

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In the silence

Of my heart

Words come

Words of truth that challenge and distress

 

Words that calm and heal

 

There are ugly words, too.

Words of hate and division

That rip and rend

And leave holes in my soul

 

I am white and male

Straight, educated, affluent

 

I get to speak my words

For good or for ill

With my words, I can hurt or heal

Build up or tear down

 

Lord help me choose my words well

And use the carefully

 

And may I always remember

Those who have no voice