The Promised Descent of Heaven

Cold is the heart where a fire burns

Lit by the fuel of centuries of hate,

Now unleashed upon the innocent

And all the world uncertain of its fate.

We are baffled by the enormity of war

Yet some take passing pleasure in the sight

Of rubble in our televised accounts,

Vicariously some perverse delight.

Can the dogs of war unleashed be brought to bay,

The malevolent in man replace by good,

His ego-need renounce for higher truth,

His fighting instincts turn towards brotherhood?

Earth shall not fail but man may disappear

Or live subservient to a higher will,

For the rider on the stallion thunders near,

The promised descent of Heaven to fulfil.