Leader reads the bold print
Those gathered read the light print
[Leader] For too long, Oh God, we have mourned those who have fallen.
Too long we have counted the dead and numbered the injured.
Too long we have told and retold the stories of pain and loss and blood and death.
[All] For too long we have fought our tears for our daughters and sons.
Too long we have whispered our powerlessness and our grief.
Too long we have raged and questioned.
[Leader] Now, Oh God, we call out to you.
Now, we name our human frailty and our needs for safety and justice.
Now, we ask for your comfort and your protection.
[All] Soon, Oh God, may our brothers and sisters refuse to pick up weapons of harm.
Soon, may we beat our swords into plowshares and our spears into pruning hooks.
Soon, may nations not take up swords against nations or train for war anymore.
[Leader] And soon, Oh God, may we live as you have decreed that
Everyone will sit under their own vine
and under their own fig tree,
and no one will make them afraid.
Adapted from Micah 4: 3
Gloria Rhodes, for the dedication of the Plowshares sculpture, October 10, 2017