In the noise of ideologies and agendas,

you gently whisper, O God;


In the cacophony of rhetoric and propaganda,

you gently whisper, O God;


In the madness of war, the chaos of power-games;

the crying of grief, the discordance of disease,

the crowding of poverty, the empty echo of wealthy isolation,

you whisper your words of love

to every broken heart,

you breathe your call of justice

to every heartless tyrant.


And we who have heard the gentle rhythm of your voice,

praise you for your quiet proclamation of grace,

and thank you for your gentle presence among us;

even as we offer ourselves to be quiet voices and muted lives

proclaiming in every moment

your whispers of love and justice.