Prayer to Kuan Yin

Lady Who Hears the Cries of the World,

Hear my cry

When people are being gunned down in the streets

When the places that are supposed to be safe

Become killing grounds

(Oh spirits of the beloved dead, Pulse, Orlando, I hear you)

When kids shopping and people trying to comply with the law or breaking it in small, forgettable ways

Are shot

With impunity, with the killer’s expectation that they will not pay for these crimes

(Oh spirits of the beloved dead, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner, all the many black and brown lives snuffed too early by police violence, I hear you.)

Then, Lady, I cry to you

How can I keep compassion in my heart in the face of such brutality?

When the dead cry out for justice, when the streets are filled with rage

When my own heart is sore and burning, how do I ask for compassion?

I do not know the answer

And so I pray to you.

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About Melissa ra Karit

I'm a queer, poly, genderqueer Witch. I'm a sex-positive feminist, an activist, and a writer. I believe that when we attend to our individual good, we approach the world with good in our hearts and change the world for the better. Opinions expressed here are solely my personal opinions, and do not represent the views of any organization with which I am affiliated.
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