Psalm 137 - a prayer

                   We pray for exiles and refugees; for those who have been displaced by war, poverty, discrimination, poison or violence; for those who have fled their homelands for safety, for work, for hope, for those who have been taken from their homes into slavery. We pray with them and join in their song.

         By the rivers of Babylon—                   there we sat down and there we wept                   when we remembered Zion.          On the willows there                   we hung up our harps.

We pray for all oppressors, that their eyes may be opened, that their hearts be changed, that they find their own true, deepest longings for life. We pray for them and plead for their conversion.

         For there our captors                   asked us for songs,          and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying,                   "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"

We lament the families that are broken, the cultures that are destroyed, the traditions that are lost, the voices that are silenced. We weep with them and join in their song.

         How could we sing the Lord's song                   in a foreign land?          If I forget you, O Jerusalem,                   let my right hand wither!          Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth                   if I do not remember you,                   if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.

We join in their grief. We honor their terror. We accept their anger. We lift their cry. We stand with them and join in their song.

         Remember, O Lord, against the Edomites                   the day of Jerusalem's fall,          how they said, "Tear it down! Tear it down!                   Down to its foundations!"

We pray for the end to all violence and the end to all the offspring of injustice, that evil itself be demolished and its spawn eliminated, that every human heart be free of fear. We rage with all victims of injustice and join in their song.

         O daughter Babylon, you devastator!                   Happy shall they be who pay you back                   what you have done to us!          Happy shall they be who take your little ones                   and dash them against the rock!

We pray for exiles and refugees. We are among them: for until our sisters and brother are restored, our home is not whole or safe. We pray with them, and join in their silence.

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