Ignorant We Live of God's Design

Mother we call you from our wounded souls

As we 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 reach always for 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 melodies the heart once knew,

The rhythms and the music of the 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.