November End (Psalm 142)

I know no We right now,
feel only me, yet sense You, Love,
hearing hell-on-earth bawls,
seeing crestfallen eyes.

Wasting away in my
who-cares-anyway cell, I call
Jesus, Help refugees!
Free water protectors!

Eternal Love Spirit
puts me in solidarity 
with each displaced person.
God, send New Advent Hope!

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