Striving, spending life,
Precious breath squandered to sow strife
“Let my way prevail
Don’t mind the children, let them wail”
Pulse pounding, chasing a wind
To push their sails, make them supreme
Dragging, sinking unaware
In a mire of pain the world can’t bear
Trembling mountains, raging waters
Dying forests, sweeping tempests
While they hail there own powers
Each one wanting to make conquests
You are free, your freedom fully paid
Negotiated, dealt with in His cross
Peace talks, peace is silenced
To say how long, how loud
Must blind eyes stare and mute voices shout
Until deadened hearts awaken
And wave white flags toward heaven
Crying “here Holy One, look where You have trodden
Pour out the balm of Your comfort
The tonic of Your mercy
And once more, heal the encompassing air
Whose breath all the peoples share”
(25 April 2006)
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