Thought
Every scene from before
Finds its destiny for sure
Like rain sinks into sands
Pitter patter on the lands
Fallen lambs to slaughter
Guns of boys of daughter
One after one war killing
Blood soak earth bringing
Wracked and rife self -blame
Guilty ghosts haunt of shame
Forgetful as grace pours now
Flowing time to change allow
Ego’s tension bubble burst
Wild mad anger disbursed
Clear and open sky extend
Soul bared so peace descend
Prayer
O Lord steeped in ignorance as I am, not knowing your contrasting game, I see horror in the world around. Grant that I may see it as you see it. Burst my fragile ego bubble that I may be free to witness and partake in Thy glorious vision.
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