Thursday 24 September 2020

Prayer

Throw me down a thunderbolt
from Your celestial abode
so that I may arouse
this sleeping earth into 
awaking. 
It has slept for too long,
stayed quiet for too long,
allowed injustice for too long.
Let me electrocute the silence
and turn it into an uproar, and
into fireworks
lit up by the screams of the sinners
and the fiery eyes of the victims.
Send help now for this purge,
and blessings to the brave,
and wine to the artists-
let the poetry never stop.
Even when the Gates of Hell
are opening (or closing)
and an Apocalypse looms over us
like the shadow of a merciless storm cloud-
bless me
so that I may still find 
a moment and a paper, and create,
and never hate.
Bless me, Father.

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