Is conflict part of the perennial pattern
of our response to Love’s story?
Colonial might, conversion
proceeding from the barrel of a gun
betray the gracious Christ;
the fear of might and money
Innocents of Palestine,
Arab and Jew
bleed from the bombs and guns
that violence deploys;
the flash of gunfire
rapes the night’s tranquility over Baghdad;
the mothers of Breslan weep for their children
and will not be comforted.
Meanwhile there’s far within;
as each of us grows old
black crows of death and disease
darken our days.
Come Love anew
let the angels’ song
counterpoint our tears
and lace the clouds with glory.
Give us an unambiguous blessing
by the Birth
to paint a rainbow
above our hearts’ distress.
With love and prayers for Light to overcome
the current darkness, political, ecclesiastical and personal.