Oh God, give me the heartlessness to feel
Nothing when those I love betray or hurt me.
Give me the dullness to accept the real
And faith to have my back when all desert me.
Oh God, give me the blindness that lets me
Saunter unharmed and open-eyed through danger.
Make me feel guilt when I refuse to see
The innocent who hides in every stranger.
Oh God, let me live up to what must die
In me to make a cradle for your love—
And when my soul lets out a baby’s cry
Of hunger, feed it what it’s frightened of
So I can bravely pluck out hatred’s weed
From my heart’s garden, and be caring’s seed.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells