Harold Macdonald's Muse


 

God's Silence

 

Harold Macdonald

We die as if God neither cared nor knew

The little one, so horribly dismembered calls

The motherís anguished scream is heard, thatís all

While justice hides its face, and pledges go untrue.

 

Who can know behind the silent wall

So filled with sorrow, God no longer speaks?

Or is it not in heaven that one seeks

But here on earth the answer to it all?

 

Godís silence is the prelude to Godís ire

We, the perpetrators; look and see!

The murderers are us, the human family

God waits for change. How long? Beware of fire!

 

If, at times, we hate with all consuming strength

Imagine the revenge of God, at length.