Christmas II -- The Feast of St. Stephen
In you, O Lord, I seek refuge;
do not let me ever be put to shame;
in your righteousness deliver me.
Incline your ear to me;
rescue me speedily.
Be a rock of refuge for me,
a strong fortress to save me.
You are indeed my rock and my fortress;
for your name’s sake lead me and guide me,
take me out of the net that is hidden for me,
for you are my refuge.
Psalm 31:1-4
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Human beings suffer,
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.
. . .
History says, Don't hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of Justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.
So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
And cures and healing wells.
. . .
The Cure at Troy Sophocles' Philoctetes
trans. Seamus Heaney
His Eye is On the Sparrow Mahalia Jackson

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