On Love in a time of Discord

Andrew R. Duckworth

Love has been forgotten
In a world of tribe and trial,
Cold and helpless
On a cold stone floor,
Dying there a while.
And our hands hesitant to help,
As hesitant as our eyes
To take a look in the mirror.
Civility dies.
None left that are wise.
Who needed “hello”
In a world where hell bellows?
Love no longer comes
From a human heart,
But in spite of it,
When the rain comes
To quench dying lands,
When a savior comes
To unbind our hands
Although our hands sow discord.
Love only comes from the Lord.