Above

Above

our noise,

our wailing,

our fists

clenched,

our castle ruins,

demands,

commands,

lies,

revenge,

ceaseless war,  

 

 

You hear

each choking

cry,

receive our ragged

requests laden

with ignorance,

collect our tears,

look upon the wrecked

world and do not

turn away.

 

 

We pray

for You to lean

down, strike,

or shout, or erase

somehow this suffering,

silence the roar though

it is of our own

making.

 

 

You, up there, above,

what is this?

What IS this?

 

 

Your reply

bewilders.

 

 

You come

among.

Into.

Alongside.

With.

You come down

and down

until all the blows

of all the ages fall

on You.

 

 

You accept.

You gather.

You hold.

You carry.

You stay.

 

 

And step

by step You make

the way

back,

the way up,

above the quaking

darkness,

along the path

we once knew,

our place

with You.