Glenn & Dana Pemberton

For Creation

March 2014

Lord God, who created this world,

   and all that is in it to be good – very good.

Forming,

   Blowing,

      Planting,

         Growing,

            Placing,

               Making,

                  Bringing,

                      Operating,

                         Fashioning,

                            Bringing.

Walking together at the close of day.

 

Oh God, how can we watch the news,

   and not come to you in lament?

Crying out day after day, week after week,

   even as we walk together at sunset?

God, your world is dead-set to find ways

   of destroying itself and everything in it.

Those made in your image and given dominion,

   have failed you, and all that was once good.

The words inhumane and unbelievable

   gain new meaning every night.

 

God help us.

 

No wonder you decided the only thing to do

   was to undo, releasing the waters:

opening the windows of the sky-dome,

   bursting the fountains of the great deep.

Starting over again: a second try for us,

   with the same results: unfaithful hearts.

So you made your own plans to fix the mess,

   a love story still hard to believe.

But meanwhile we live here with the

violence,

   brutal

      callous

         insensitive

            vicious

               appalling

                  ruthless

                     merciless

                        cruel

                           hard-hearted

                              selfish

and I don’t know what to do at the close of day 

   with all these ashes in my hands.