By Mary Joan Meagher

Minnesota Branch

 

Every day we watch the walkers march in their journey to find justice.

Help us walk among these Pilgrims who search for unity and peace.

Every day we see the murders done by those who say “Trust us.”

Help us see the face of Christ in those whose grief will never cease.

 

Down in the valley the fires blaze, windows break, anger reigns.

Shadowy figures dash in and out, faces full of glee, loot loaded to tote.

Viewers of video have seen the victim, seen him whisper, “I can’t breathe.”

He called for his mother, his life’s breath gone, a knee on his throat.

 

Down through the ages the Pilgrims walk, ready to fight for liberty.

They reject the cries of lesser mortals, those who lust for money and power.

“Bow down,” cries the evil one, “Follow me, bow down now and worship me!”

The walkers rebuff him, scorn him, shun him, and cast him aside to cower.

 

Boots on the cobblestones, day by day, step by step, the Pilgrims march,

Deep into the mystery, chanting in rhythm, “Change to the System. Justice for all.”

Showing a change: from fear to courage, from despair to hope, from sorrow to joy.

Their voices ring out: “We march all together. Hope rises again. Grace given to all.”

 

Every day we watch the walkers march in their journey to find justice.

Help us walk among these Pilgrims who search for unity and peace.

Every day we see the murders done by those who say “Trust us.”

Help us see the face of Christ in those whose grief will never cease.