What good are we in these disunited
states of amnesia and inertia?
What God are You in these extremities
of obscene wealth and abject poverty?
We who pray are losing our will to live;
those who live it up see no need to pray.
Resurgent Love, break through chronic frown fog:
reappear at weddings; repair shaky
marriages; reorient graduates
to Your sweet, quiet birds-eye, child-smile view.
Centering Spirit, reengage sidelined
elders; refuel earth-tenders with Your Love-
generating wind songs through rain to sun.