Lenten Poem


This is the best of any world which comes to be
despite horrendous ills.
A good and loving God could do no more, could He?
And leave us free to act and destiny fulfil?
Yet, rape of children, ovens, shock and awe
have found their place, at our behest
unbound by a decent law!
We are the world’s unwelcome guest!
Each ill's enough to drown in grief,
convince us it was not worthwhile;
hurt and hurt without relief
put not evil, but the good, on trial.
Except that God does drown the drowning fear
in depths of love which wash away each tear.


Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission

Harold Macdonald Poetry

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