In This World
I look today across our once-new City on a Hill, bright enough
To be a beacon through global everlasting wars and famines.
Oh, yes, there were inherited sordid darknesses here—-being inhabited
By humans—but more light: hesitating, but rising, light. Hope.
The hearts in whom the light burned were found everywhere,
Creating ways to kindle more lights. Life. Growing Liberty.
Some peaceable Pursuit of happiness. Awakening Justice.
Now throughout our City —no gleaming alabaster after all,
But grime of human tears– appear growing proliferations
Of darkness. Violent suppressions of life multiply, renewed
Silencing of voices, spreading penuries, withholding of food
By new hoarders of wealth, denial of medicine, outright murders.
What we had reduced awhile gains ground. In places
The lights are going out faster than we can relight them.
We live Give me your tired and your poor. Many of us actually
Follow Christ, still pray Thy Kingdom Come, join neighbors doing, too,
The things that make for peace–the binding up of wounds, heading
Into tomorrow. Were we always the remnant? –Not of some new cloth,
But of that ancient, that primaeval fabric, the one like a yeasted dough,
The venerable starter from a hundred years ago, a thousand,
Thousands—vigorous, nourishing, primed to reproduce,
Redemptive, being the change. SEEing
Fellowman Fellowoman Fellowchild:
Be our Light in the darkness, Lord, and in your great mercy
Defend us from all perils of this upsurge of night.
Father of Lights, be our Vision that we not be blinded
By bitterness. Be our Courage that we not be overcome
With dread. Be our Life that we not succumb to contempt.
Be our Strength to be your Kingdom here.
Mercy, we remember, is undeserved.
Save– if not our City–
Our City’s lives.
Deanna Harrington Christiansen 2017
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“In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” ~~The Lord Jesus Christ, quoted in the Gospel of John 16:33