His Will on Earth

Oct. 7, 2011

As the lake in stillness greets this autumn morn

An ethereal painting drawn before my eyes,

An endless struggle leaves our souls forlorn,

As warring tribes enact their tragedies.

Visited on us there is no peace,

Governments in ruin and men impure

Or blinded by ego offer no release

For wounded lives, the politicians cure

But platitudes and empty words that ring

As sounding brass, there is not joy or love,

Falsehood rules our lives, we feel its sting,

The world seems comatose, we cannot move

Beyond our ingrained habits and our days

Seem empty. Where now the canticles of praise?

Yet deep in the earth a golden fire burns,

It is the force of change, God instilled,

For this the silent soul within us yearns,

His will on earth shall be one day fulfilled.