Lacrimo Mundus

one day

God said to me,

"Come and see

what I have to show you.

Come and see

your heart."

He showed me a place

a vast expanse

jagged and cold

the ground with open chasms,

gaping wounds in the earth.

as i bit back tears,

He said, "Come and see."

He brought me to a river

clean and pure,

its waters refreshing and cool,

pouring forth from beyond

cleasnsing the ground,

the land becoming lush,

the chasms now

lakes and streams

of the healing water.

then He said

"Come and see

what I have to show you.

Come and see

the world around you."

and He showed me.

children afraid to go to school,

afraid to go home,

whose fathers remind them

of bruises and booze,

whose mothers are cold and distant.

where husband and wife despise one another

and destroy the child in their spite

i saw the tenderhearted spurned

for their kindness

the leaders chastised

for their strength

the creative cursed

for their art

and the practical burned

for their efficiency.

as bitter tears rent

my heart,

He said to me,

"Now, come and see

what I truly want to show you.

Come and see

the whole world."

the hearts of few

became many to my eyes.

hundereds

to thousands

to billions

sons and daughters

raped and beaten

brothers and sisters

neglected and starved

fathers and mothers

dying

their hearts becoming stone

before having a chance to beat.

A whole world

afraid, crying, wounded

drowing in their sea

of tears and blood

crying out

to be delivered

my Lord is silent

as His tears fall,

each one tearing at His face

each one filled with pain and sorrow.

A deluge of greif.

He looks at me

with His tear stained eyes,

glorious and majestic in their suffering

and says "Go

spread the news to the affilcted

bind up the broken hearts

set the captives free

release the prisoners

greive for those who mourn

proclaim the year of My favor

and the day of My vengence."

so i gather

my sword and sheild.

i don my armor and

take to the field

where the battle rages below.

i was afraid to fight before,

but for the tears of my Father,

the tears of the hurting

the tears of the world

i will