LAMENT FOR OUR WORLD

 

LAMENT FOR OUR WORLD

A mourning dove softly coos a song of lament

a chilly wind soughs through bending trees

our weary world in sorrow sighs

a silent virus knows no boundaries, does not ask consent.

Amidst anxiety, fear, illness, death

a loneliness sets in, pain wraps like a thick grey cloud

beyond one’s walls darkness in the world prevails

with lies and strife, hatred, crime and cries of myth.

When will this end, we cannot know

we wait, we pray, we wait some more

hope ebbs and flows as vaccines are made, begin to roll

through halls of aged ones, and those who gentle care bestow.

What can I do while in my home I wait

but lift aloft in prayer the sadness that we share, with God

who cares, who comforts, who also grieves,

the One who knows the final state.

My prayers for ears to hear a Saviour’s call

to humbleness, repentance, then he will hear

from heaven, our world to heal, to end the strife, 

in His new land, eternal life, prepared for one and all.

Listen for the trills of springtime’s birdsong

melodies of hope, for moments of joy and peace

a tune of consolation, of grief released,

of wrongs made right, of walls torn down.

We wait, we hope, we pray.

Trudy Peters

2021