O God, they begged you for help when they were in trouble,when your discipline was so heavythey could barely whisper a prayer.Like a woman having a baby,writhing in distress, screaming her painas the baby is being born,That’s how we were because of you, O God.We were pregnant full-term.We writhed in labor but bore no baby.We gave birth to wind.Nothing came of our labor.We produced nothing living.We couldn’t save the world.