Page 22 - For A Season
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II.
It is a child’s weeping
it is Elijah raging yet again
it is the desire to leave this earth
furious,
ablaze
I haven’t the imagination,
the generosity to imitate you, my Beloved
Forgive them for they know not what they do
you are dying for them to know love,
but I,
learning of the horror they inflict
in war
in the name of shareholders
as ordinary people defiling innocence,
resist following your lead, and then
I cannot lessen the weight of evil as it penetrates you
I cannot protect you from suffering
