Holy Places and DisplacementsImmersions

One of Many. Prayer of Confession for Palestine.

To the Palestinian People,

I confess my complicity.

I confess I write these words

on the same brand of computer

I saw at the checkpoint tonight.

I confess there are moments I’ve forgotten you,

even while I stood on your land.

I confess that my ego almost kept me

from the witness you’ve asked for.

I confess my ignorance and fear

of your streets,

streets that have only ever offered me in for coffee

or the last bites of hummus.

I confess, I thought I knew.

I know nothing.

We know nothing.

Of your suffering.

Your dignity.

Your history.

Your strength.


Blyth Barnow, MDiv Student