Consolation amidst Desolation

This was written, appropriately enough, on Good Friday. It was written for the same event as "Subversive Creation"

What developments have you seen
in the lands were you have been,
burned by the corrosive breath
wind wielded by the hand of death,
sweeping fields devoid of seed,
robbing people of things they need,

A wind that`s planting land mines,
Land fills with junk of modern times,
Laying living lands to waste
with greed that leaves a bitter taste
in the party`s aftermath.

"And few were even invited to
this party", reads the epitaph
that ends "So now what do we do?"

We`ll mourn but not despair,
Our world is torn, who can repair
the damage? Who will soothe this rage?
Who`ll turn the tables or the page
on the rulers of this heedless age?

Better now to be revealing
a reality that sends us reeling
to find the power to bring healing

Resisting the dizzying desolation,
we`ll see it subverted by creation.
We`ll feel the joy of springtime when
we experience life renewed again

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