Everything shakes and lives are realigned
And those dazed souls still left are left to find
Providence in this ruin and rubble
That asks of us yet again to rebuild.
It’s hard for us to truly understand
The Justice and Compassion of God’s Hand
In barren fields of harvested stubble
That houses only yesterday had filled;
And yet it must be for God to decide
Whether a fateful pendulum swoops
To rescue us and grace and hope provide
Or else to come swinging like a noose.
I really don’t know why. I only ask
That those who can be ready for the task.

This entry was posted in Sonnets.

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