O God of mercy, where’s your heart
to let your people suffer so? Start
to put our house in order please.
It shouldn’t be so very hard
for you, who made the earth, the trees
the birds, the beasts and teeming seas
and all the beauty of the earth,
to find a cure for dread disease
and other ills. For man perverse
could do with your attention, thirst
and hunger loom with climate change,
greed, injustice, war and worse.
Could not a remedy be arranged?
With all your power it is so strange
that death, disease and misery,
sin and evil still derange
creation. The world is on the slippery
slope to annihilation – a mystery
how we ever came this far
considering the history
of man so flawed, design bizarre
with imperfections from the start,
spoiled and therefore doomed to failure
Oh Lord, save us, have a heart.
I was in two minds about posting this, I know it is trite and simplistic, but it does reflect how I feel at the moment. I have two friends and a nephew desperately ill, and the world news of terrorism, torture and fighting makes me ache for the innocent. The rhyming iambic tetrameter form was laid down in a dVerse prompt, which uses Robert Frost’s wonderful poem STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING as a starting point.