War torn, broken, divided.

Your holy city is

not a city of peace

but strife,

division,

and deep wounds.

Rockets fly overhead

inaugurating a new round

of hostility.

Lord we pray for your peace to descend–

not the piecemeal peace

of  unhappy truces.

But your Shalom—

wholeness, restoration and fullness of life.

May all who love you prosper.

May all in the walls of Jerusalem know peace and security.

For the sake of friends and relatives, we speak peace

For all who seek the God of Abraham we cry peace.