Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Jesus wept

Years ago I had a dream. Someone led me to a high cliff and told me to look down. When I did I was stricken to the core by what I saw, there below me was what looked like an enormous dump, but instead of trash it was filled with the sins of humanity. What really, really got to me was that strewn amongst the filth of our sins there were thousands and thousands of tiny little dead babies and even bodyparts. I was aware of someone holding my hand as I shook my head, crying, "No hope, no hope."


Oh people
Where are your voices
Is no one there
Does anyone care
Where are the children
The ever silent ones
Where do they rest
Whose sins did they pay for
With their small world
Blood on our hands

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