Lament rises in the quiet morning, a deep breath of sorrow and reflection. It holds the pain of injustices, the weight of suffering. It is a call to pause, to honor the grief that lingers in our hearts. Through lament, we touch the wounds of the world, acknowledging the brokenness that demands our attention. In this space, we find the seeds of change, the beginnings of healing. Mourning becomes a bridge to hope, a path to peace. Here, in the tender embrace of sorrow, we see the promise of transformation, a future shaped by understanding and compassion.
May our deep lament lead us to profound understanding and compassion, guiding us towards healing and transformation.
(inspired by: Emmanuel Katongole with Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove, Mirror to the Church; Grace Ji-Sun Kim and Graham Hill, Healing Our Broken Humanity)
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