Poems of Narad

Ignorant We Live of God's Design

Oct. 2, 2005

Mother we call you from our wounded souls
That stand upon the crossroads of a world.
We who hoped that deeper faith and trust
Might draw the darkness out, annul the night
As flowers point the way towards the light.
But all is mixed and sorrow's potion strong
And bitter is the draught of infamy
That crushes bones of innocents and builds
It empty structures on the graves of men
By greed to conquer and through power reign.
Where now the music that the heart once knew,
The rhythms and the melodies of stars?
The earth is in upheaval and the good
Seems trampled by the feet of the unclean
And hope the feathered one is rarely seen.
Yet this I know for all the soot-black streets,
Pollutants steaming in a toxic atmosphere,
The ugliness of cities crammed with mire,
Disasters, Nature's vehement reply,
That earth will realize its destiny
Accept not long to bear iniquities
Imposed by man with his distorted will.
Already you have saved the world, though blind
We cannot see the birth of things divine
And ignorant we live of God's design.