Written in 2000; still applies today......

He Weeps

As the whole world sleeps, He weeps.

He weeps for the diseases we've spread,
For the things we've killed, for the paths we tread.

He weeps for the morals we've lost
For our infidelities, for the lives we've tossed.

He weeps for the lies we've told
For our tales of violence, for our greed of gold.

He weeps for the war we've wreaked
For our fountains of blood, for our prey on the weak.

He weeps for the terror we've instilled
For our rape of faith, for our hate revealed.

And still, when the dawn breaks, He smiles
He opens His arms, He closes the miles

He spreads forth His light from above
He fills us with peace, He offers His Love

And as the world sleeps, He weeps.

STILL

I am so still.
Night before last,
I ate cake beside her grave
And rifled through vivid memories
In the mausoleum where he lay curled up.
Clear understanding nudged at me gently
While I reached for the comfort of knowledge.

I am so still.
Last night, I sat beside her grave
And she accompanied me to the mausoleum
Where he lay curled up among his memories.
The window opened wide to the cool night air
Where I played as a child and, now, I watched me.
Understanding came from her but naught from her lips.

I dreamed of cake and it was sweet.
I dreamed of memories and they were clear.
I dreamed of knowledge and it was poetry.
I dreamed of me and I was the child.
I dreamed of Death and it was gentle.
I am so still.

By Rea Fielden
© Copyright 2001