Creation’s Labor 3/18/2022
I heard creation groan today
She groans for us to know
That all are of God’s breath
Made of love for only love.
I wonder if even the atoms
Of the very bombs that drop
Screech out for mercy for the world
For the children without a home.
I wonder if the creatures
The plants, the trees, the rocks
Cry out in their own tongues
For mercy from their God.
Can our prayers, oh Holy One,
Bring salvation from ourselves?
Our wordless groans rise up throughout
Creation’s battered soul.
Sophia come and rescue us
From insensibility and greed.
Though bombs are dropped and fires burn
We will hope in a newborn peace.
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