God of Proms and Finals
Taking a Stand Against Gun Peddlers and their Apologists
A poem by Rabbi Bradley Artson
Source of first jobs and kisses,
You who grant homecomings and great dorm buddies,
How we have betrayed you yet again!
You trust us with our children
yet our twisted obsession with power
and our paranoid evasion of fixing what is broken
in the face of yet another mass murder,
to do nothing.
Forgive us, Father, for the sin
of daring to offer consolation when for months
we’ve done nothing.
Forgive us, Holy One, for the sin
of praying for the victims
when our passivity is already breeding doom for others.
Forgive us, Source of Life, for the sin
of merely wringing our hands,
for retreating into indifference and helplessness,
when we know that Your service
and serving those countless victims of gun violence
mandates that we
Don’t pray for the victims, act!
And if we must pray,
let us pray for the stain on our own souls
for our callousness,
to the peddlers of guns
and the fanatical phalanx of their apologists.