The world was full of fighting
Fighting men and fighting talk,
Feelings fighting to be heard,
And things... many things
Fighting to be resolved n'
Simultaneously not:
Fighting husbands fighting wives,
And children fighting to preserve
The final hope, the childerhood,
That fighting thought
The world had best destroy.
That disobedience was the cause
Of all the fighting, all the war:
That disobedience was the cause
Was thought, and bitterly opposed;
That God in anger sought to hurt,
To pluck, chastise
His every disobedient child— young n’ old;
That every single one of us
Deserved the worst
Could hardly be denied— you said:
For God, like man, either lacks
The wit to put things right— or else
God, the boundless love,
The infinite, [dramatic pause]
Lacks the grace,
Lacks the monstrous power,
The mandate from on high
To heal the pain:
The severed articles of faith
The nose to spite the face cut off
t' regenerate
With love, not hate,
With love, not hate,
With love
0=1
dies irae
ReplyDeleteLet's cross the desert full of noise,
Of whisper and of howl;
Plod step by step against the wind
Despite the darkest hour.
Time's running out, flies like sand,
Gets into every pore;
And every step is harder yet,
And there are many more.
Do not look back; there's nothing there;
Nothing to see ahead;
Don't trust the voice that claims to help -
It only wants you dead.
Confused and blind, how can we find
The long-forgotten way?
Head full of sand, how will it end
When we have gone astray?
And yet... There is a little tune,
A silver melodee
That guides you safely back, back home,
For you forever be.