THE PAIN OF GOD

This heart is weary.
My pain overwhelms me.
I watch aghast
Yet unsurprised by
Man's cruel stupidity
And nihilism.
 
Despite has opened doors:
Enters Destruction,
Flattening in 6 days
What took 6 decades to build,
In dark 6 seconds
What grew in 6 light years.
 
Embittered unborn await
Untimely birth,
Enters Despair,
Dark mighty twin,
Enshrouding its victims,
Driving its claws
Deep in their unshelled souls,
Impelling them
To death by suicide,
With cyanide or bomb,
Coldly sardonic
In its professionalism
As it surveys its works.
 
Early bereavement roars
And ushers in Revenge,
And sister Vendetta
Feeds her brother Rage.
Their curses seed the soil
Blood seeps from the wounded
Earth as it yields its wartorn harvest,
Alienation and Genocide.
 
Tanks trundle in Bethlehem,
And Ramallah,
While human fragments shred
Themselves in Zion.
Gore spatters the ancient walls,
And the siren of the Holocaust
Fades beside the newer sounds
Of suffering and death.
 
Did my Son die for nothing?
Has no lesson been learned?
The tree is browner now,
Communication spreads
The virus and the cure.
Worse is to come.
 
I say there will be an end.
I declare My Son's return,
To muzzle the guns with flowers,
Unnerve the twitchy trigger fingers
And heal the weeping land.
I say He comes in victory!
 
Meantime I stand by My own edicts,
Bound to My nature,
And weep with you in weary tears
Of pain and shame
Disgusted at your failure:
The success of Hatred.
 
Let the violent beware!
They will appear before Me
To answer for each bloody deed.
I have prepared My Courts
To hear their prosecutions,
And they will answer for their egoism.
I will visit My Vengeance and Justice,
And execute my unwavering Judgment.
Their moment will fail,
Their monuments will fall,
Their names will be erased
From history
When My Son returns.
The rewards will be
Great for My faithful.