Riensiru (Ecumenical Council of Churches)
To all the weavers in the world
Translation Louise Thunin
God is sitting there weeping.
The marvelous tapestry of creation,
That She had woven so joyfully
Is mutilated, torn to shreds, reduced to rags,
Its beauty devastated by violence.
God is sitting there weeping,
But see, She is picking up the tatters
In order to weave once again.
She is assembling the scraps of our sorrow
The pain, the tears, the frustation
Caused by cruelty, oppression,
Ignorance, rape, murder.
She is gathering up the strips of hard work,
The attempts to defend,
The peace initiatives,
The protests against injustice,
All those things that seem small and weak,
The words and actions offered in sacrifice,
In hope, faith, love.
She is weaving all that together
With the golden threads of elation
Into a new tapestry,
An even richer creation, more beautiful
Than the old one !
God is sitting there weaving
With a smile which shines like a rainbow
On Her face bathed in tears.
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