Peace on earth, good will…

Peace on earth?

children, massacre, violence, peace on earth, Don’t tell me there’s a
book, blog or documentary
pope, priest or commentary
that will make it alright

Can’t yell me to believe in
stronger  legislation
better educate them
to take away the fright

I’m not going for no
positive reinforcement
expert’s free endorsement
to mitigate the sight

22, Chenpeng children, kitchen-knife stabbed, village school
20, Newtown little ones, gunshot dead, kindergarten classroom
10, Dawlatzai innocents, bombshell bled, collecting firewood
And that’s just this week

I don’t wanna make sense of
Everything that’s senseless
Everything that’s broken
to help me through the night

There’s nothing you can show me
That undoes all the madness
Liberates the sadness
Or sends all the children home

But I can still remember
A broken twisted traitor
Who said he was a Saviour
Who radiated right

And I can still feel
A resonance of matter
Perpetuance of laughter
An ever outsourced light

Good will…

Photo: Robert Davies, UK
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One thought on “Peace on earth, good will…

  1. A friend has asked this question:
    ‘I just read your recent poem on Utterance and was intrigued by the following stanza:
    But I can still remember
    A broken twisted traitor
    Who said he was a Saviour
    Who radiated right
    I presume the reference is to Jesus, but am confused by the use of the qualifiers ‘twisted’ & ‘traitor’. I hope you can shed some light on the matter.’

    In my reply I asked what he thought I meant and commented that a good writer probably doesn’t need to explain themselves…

    But in a busy world I appreciate someone taking the time to wrestle with the thoughts I’ve wrestled with and by the process hopefully we are all enriched. Here’s my explanation:

    Coming at the end of the poem which moves through the brokenness of so many so-called answers, it finds me…

    remembering and finding hope in my faith in God
    remembering that despite Jesus having his body broken and words and purpose twisted (as our world is broken and twisted)by those who called him a traitor (‘betraying’ religious authorities, Roman rule, human compulsion to solve problems with the sword) he told us that he was one thing, Saviour… and we can judge from his life word and actions. And choose to believe.

    The final line, within the structure of the poem which I’ve tried to keep, captures the feeling I’ve always had since becoming a Christian when I read the Gospels. Jesus radiates a rightness, that soothes something in my soul. I consciously thought of that feeling which is powerful and transcendent such that I can identify it from a distance and in a sense says to me, when everything seems amiss, God is good.

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