I felt it in the hearts of a nation
who put their hopes in leaders.
Yet we heed people like us:
wicked, prideful, and vain.
wicked, prideful, and vain.
Fools - we reject the righteous
for conniving campaigns.
The world is broken:
I heard it in the cries of a family
lamenting a loss.
They dress in the weight of
emptiness: a massive thing.
Absence ne'er becomes native -
The world isn't answering.
The world is broken:
I saw it in the eyes of a mother
who never met her child.
But Spring oft follows death;
The womb can be filled again.
Movement of God's own breath:
Hope of young eyes opened.
The world is healing:
I know it in the hay of a manger,
cooing at the beasts surrounding.
Born sinless (unlike me),
the Christ-Child come to Earth
to spread good news as ivy:
Through him, there is second birth.
The world is healing:
I know it on the tongues of the Church
praising their God and King.
We may lose child or friend
and mourn with great comfort,
knowing the King with no end
who, for our sake, suffered.
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