Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jun 8, 2008 6:44:26 GMT -5
Where is Love in all This?
Where is love in all this?
Words swoop like stinging insects,
Latch to the mind and suck the peace,
Leaving a swelling weal.
Where is love in all this?
When joy is ground down
On the creaking wheel of duty
Straining to make it turn still faster-
As competition wields the whip
Where is love in all this?
A young girl ends a life
That falls an airbrush short
Of a crafted comparison?
Where is love in all this?
When vows are cast from
A Ship of dreams
That hit the storms
Without attempt to steer,
And children cast into the wake
Of its passing?
Where is love in all this?
Young women taught
To shed their sensitivity,
Parade a shameless lie?
Where flaking mirrors
Take the coarse flak of idle boasting?
Where is love in all this?
When dignity lies bleeding
In the alley? When man is
A neon shadow, stripped
Of nobility?
Where is love in all this?
When curled, translucent life,
Ripped screaming from the womb
Lies dying in a dish
For want of excuses?
Where is love in all this?
Love is a ragged stranger,
Left in the cold,
Tapping at frozen glass,
Pleading for entrance to the warmth.
Open the window!
Watch him shed his rags,
grow to fill your life.
As light streams on a rushing wind,
Stand in awe, melted with Love
As his golden wings unfurl;
A messenger now heralding Christ's love.
© PAULINE GRIFFITHS
Where is love in all this?
Words swoop like stinging insects,
Latch to the mind and suck the peace,
Leaving a swelling weal.
Where is love in all this?
When joy is ground down
On the creaking wheel of duty
Straining to make it turn still faster-
As competition wields the whip
Where is love in all this?
A young girl ends a life
That falls an airbrush short
Of a crafted comparison?
Where is love in all this?
When vows are cast from
A Ship of dreams
That hit the storms
Without attempt to steer,
And children cast into the wake
Of its passing?
Where is love in all this?
Young women taught
To shed their sensitivity,
Parade a shameless lie?
Where flaking mirrors
Take the coarse flak of idle boasting?
Where is love in all this?
When dignity lies bleeding
In the alley? When man is
A neon shadow, stripped
Of nobility?
Where is love in all this?
When curled, translucent life,
Ripped screaming from the womb
Lies dying in a dish
For want of excuses?
Where is love in all this?
Love is a ragged stranger,
Left in the cold,
Tapping at frozen glass,
Pleading for entrance to the warmth.
Open the window!
Watch him shed his rags,
grow to fill your life.
As light streams on a rushing wind,
Stand in awe, melted with Love
As his golden wings unfurl;
A messenger now heralding Christ's love.
© PAULINE GRIFFITHS