a poem in my pocket

how long, O Lord,
will we follow foolishness
pursue perverse rank rebellion
flounder in personal darkness?

how long, O Lord,
will we ignore garden plan
where life was very good with
all creation in perfect balance?

how long, O Lord,
must we use, abuse, misuse
ourselves, each other, the earth’s
precious children, gentle creatures?

how long, O Lord,
till you quiet our restless souls
long enough to listen to your words
of beauty, love, grace, and truth?

how long, O Lord,
till our pride is humbled, our
grip on wealth’s power loosened
and we find satisfaction in You alone?

Meeting at dVerse poets’ pub to chant with Bjorn today…