Consider the wind farms in the fields
Consider the wind farms in the fields,
Which toil and spin high above us;
Not beautiful nowhere near natural,
Conflicted edges of creation.
Consider the weapons in the air,
Targeted at children sleeping;
So powerful meant to maim and destroy,
Making a wasteland of breath and life.
Consider the world wide web assaults,
Which dull our minds and our spirits;
Setting out just to provoke and offend,
Piercing the silence and peace of God.
Consider our own world foolishness,
It would take long to be counted;
Feckless and lost and inclined to false gods,
Betrayed and hurting and broken down.
Consider the life of Jesus Christ,
Poetry in tears and bleeding;
Triumphant day and returning in grace,
Saving and blessing eternally.
© Robert Alexander Anderson 2013