Thoughts from a Sunday morning prayer
How do we elevate love in a world growing darker by the minute?Communion
I thought a prayer
as Bread did touch my lips,
my vision cloudy,
and asked for Peace,
for Him to stop
the genocide.
When next the Wine
washed down my throat,
I begged for Love
to triumph,
for Hate to drown
beneath its weight.
He answered.
“Let it begin with you.”
~ Melinda K. Zarate
This poem is an honest reflection of what came to me during Communion on Easter Sunday.
The answer was not comforting. It was clarifying.
I am only in control of myself.
That does not mean excusing atrocities by looking away, allowing my boundaries to be crossed, or softening my call for justice. It means refusing to let what I cannot control harden me or turn me away from others at a time when love is needed most.
To me, the answer means this:
God is working through those who choose love over hate, truth over propaganda, and accountability without dehumanization.
Love is not passive.
It does not look away.
It does not surrender to bitterness.
It begins, again and again, with us.
Words by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-04-07 at 17:34
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