WHERE WAS YOUR JESUS ?

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Where was your Jesus ?
When splintered trees
Shed burnt cotton leaves
Singed by war
Body parts galore
Hanging in trees
Wild in the wind
Desolute and sinned.

Where was the spirit ?
When we buried the dead
Ravaged and torn
Flesh ripped by lead
Little bodies, little bodies
Eyes open or shut
No crucifix saved
No bible it stood.

Where was the protection ?
When rubble it fell
Crushing those beneath
Or trapped in the Hell
Those that lay injured
A strangers hand for a cross
Words from a believer
Hope at a loss.

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  • orchidee

    The madness of war.

  • sorenbarrett

    Powerful, and still poignant today maybe even more so. Not just in war declared but in our own streets between political factions and in our institutions where we treat illegal aliens as non human and even citizens as undeserving of life. A sad world we live in

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      so very true , a sad reflection on what we have allowed ourselves to become, thanking you, much appreciated

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Friendship

        A powerful poem. Your poem grapples with the absence and perceived indifference of divinity amidst human suffering, particularly in the context of war. It questions the presence of Jesus and the spirit of protection during tragic events characterized by death, destruction, and despair.

      • rebellion_in_sanity

        A definite fave as the question is applicable to all religions.



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