The ink of the headlines point jagged accusations,
Daily, day after day, hour after hour they shoot blame,
On the news, in the interviews, a spotlight for hate,

People divided into starkly marked camps,
Us and Them,
With Us or Against Us,

They give oxygen to the voices of intolerance,
Casting the shadows of suspicion and fear,
Friends and families huddled in camps of confusion,

In a silent place a soul looks for the Beloved’s light,
Praying for peace, hoping for acceptance,
Deliverance is the pattern of her prayer.