Silently

Silently
I view the trembling leaves
Clinging to their source
Somehow aware of something beyond.

Branches wave
In homage to the wind;
Wind sent from distant shores
With news of heartbreak and war.

Innocents
Caught in the line of fire
Fall in hurt and death,
Mourned by those who love them.

When will it end?
When will the the fighting cease?
How can we watch the carnage
Without rising up in prayer and concern?

Righteousness
It will prevail someday.
And no more tears or pain
Will blow across the lands.

Silently
I weep with trembling leaves
Clinging to my Source,
The Lord God, Most High, my hope.

By Glen Alan Woods
July 2006