God of love, I pray for all forgotten people,
for all whose stories of hurt and injustice
never come to light,
for all who labour on daily, weighed down
by poverty and debt,
for all who struggle to feed their families
and themselves,
for all who look like being left behind
as politics and popularity
trundle inexorably on.
God save them.
God, give me, give us
the grace to do what it takes
to unforget them,
to make their lives the measure
by which all our lives are known.
The weight of a sun
curves space. My sister’s hurt curves
all our happiness.