A prayer for mercy as the news of Trump’s acquittal in his second impeachment trial sinks in.
God, have mercy on everyone who grieves this. Have mercy on everyone who rejoices. Have mercy on everyone who is oblivious. Have mercy on everyone who is numb. Have mercy on everyone who carries disillusionment like weight within their eyes that weighs still heavier each day as justice is, again, again, again, denied. Have mercy on those who were, somehow, surprised. Have mercy on the ones who find no revelation of American depravity in any way surprising, anymore. Have mercy on the ones for whom the scales are finally falling from their eyes, and on the ones whose eyes are weary from the witnessing of yet another round of scales falling, utterly exhausting. Have mercy on the ones to whom America has not been merciful. Have mercy on everyone wrongly convicted, often racistly convicted, and on all who love them, as we watch the rich white criminals go free. Have mercy on us in our wounds that fester through the generations and have not been aired to heal. How can we go forward, stumbling, lurching into hope, when half would leave the other half to die, and laugh at all the stuff that makes their nightmares?