A prayer from The Inquisitor's Tale, which is our current bedtime chapter book and one I am feeling hard right now:

..."I think we should pray," Jacob whispered.

"A Jewish prayer or a Christian one?" William asked.

"I don't think it matters," Jacob replied.

Jeanne looked surprised—and then she didn't. She smiled.

So they closed their eyes—and Gwenforte, nestled between Jeanne's legs, sat down—and William said, "O Lord God, we have tried to hear Your voice above the din of other voices. Above the heresy—and even above the orthodoxy. Above the abbots and the masters. Above the knights and even the kings. And though this world is confusing and strange, we believe we have heard Your voice and followed it—followed it here, to this place. Now, please, God, hear us. Help us, watch over us, and protect us as we face the flames of hate. Please God. Please."

And they all said, "Amen."

Uttered moments before Brother Michelangelo di Bologna, bighearted mad bastard that he is, climbed atop what would become a burning heap of illuminated Talmuds and hollered STOP.

The whole thing's great, but the money shot's at the end:

A hip hop act that name-checks Bubastis and Aslan and Ramsay Bolton. A band that's named for a semi-obscure joke from "Avatar: The Last Airbender". Yet manages to be not remotely about nerd service and stays true to its roots.

Not to mention they have some badass grooves. And recognize warp drive technology as a valid counterargument to nihilism.

Damn near every time kids or marginalized people get murdered and the usual "thoughts and prayers" do-nothing calliope starts its familiar tooting and wheezing, I recite the last verse of this song in my head as an antidote. Damn near every time.

Whether or not there is a voice willing to speak for us, it's a good thing we know how to yell.

I keep coming back to these guys. It's all worth a listen.