Hearts bleed with broken dreams, pain wracks not only bodies but the world. The scream of missile trace drowns out the cries of hope; clouds of building dust and flames of acrid smell fill the air with despairs offspring. First cut of lies, dug deeper not by the foe but … supposed friend who turns a back, hiding behind an acronym_ and like Pilate washes hands. Strength for them and us, is the plea, the prayer, the hope. That they may live and we may breathe deeply, take the risk and proclaim in more than hopes and prayers God lives, God cares, God acts and so will we.