Vespers III

While I stir my tea,
another part of the world
goes off the rails.

While I talk to you,
confessing my sins,
more of my planet dies.

While I hug my children,
someone in Baton Rouge
shames us all.

You have always always
been an allowing God,
willing to wait for our Atonement.

I really hope there are more
than a boatload of us left,
for the final ride home.

I bet you do , too.