Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Our Breath: Sign of Mercy and Hope

In the near-crushing disappointment of contemporary politics, I thought some free-verse should convey what I'm thinking about things. Cast your cares on the Merciful Love of God and be open to His gifts.

This government, legacy of pigs who forced upon us "freedom".
Robbing all piety from nature, they throw us
into self-deception, wrought with fear.

All the strange folk from generations
plod along unknowing, unwoke, deeply feeling
nothing. 

Cast your eye towards Heaven and repent.

Oh, Sacred Tree, spring forth from nothingness.
Allow the stirrings of our heart to sing once more
Your song.

We're dead, though. We struggle now and then
To open eyes to things we dimly sense.
For what?

For renderings of love amidst the ruins
of an age now lost to men.
We hope!

For in the stirrings of each unwoke heart
we see a glimmer of some strange new force
Eternal.

Our own decision to receive God's Love 
gives context to the dead who, still asleep,
do breathe.

For every breath means life.
And where there's life
There's hope.

Condemn, then, not those men who are but boys;
Nor women who themselves deny.
But pray!

For Mercy everlasting works through you.
And in each breath finds love.

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