Psalm 9

Katie Rouse

Where were you in Uvalde? Sandy Hook? Pulse? Striding in, on, over, against the coattails of the rubberneckers, the ones who watch and pray, but who stop short of meaningful actions.

You aren’t with their empty words; you are with the weeping, the mothers jumping fences, the lovers, the ones yelling and screaming for someone to move, to do something, anything.

You are there, taking charge in all the ways we cannot see.

But once we see you, we cannot look away. We cannot stand with those empty words or hollow prayers any longer.

So, like you, we stride against them; we yell in their ears.

Our demands are hallelujahs; our relentlessness a wonder in the wide array of praise that cannot be contained by our theology or interpretations anymore.

Instead, it is found in the bloody footprints and holy hands of active redemption and resurrection, happening here and now, in the last, last, last days.