Subtitle: So, God hopes
Times, whenever tempest-tossed,
from Earthen bowels, then world-round
our psalmic cry, ascending, sounds:
“Our God, our God, why have you forsaken us?”
This our call just, praying God come and, from all ill, save.
Yet ours is an echo faint of an ageless Word, oft unheard.
For God, never absent or silent, first spoke and ever speaks,
Spirit-sent through Heaven’s bells of angelic trumpets
and through timeless prophetic voices,
this lament that, descending, resounds:
“My people, My people, why have you forsaken Me?”
This, the call of the Just,
pleading we of our iniquity of inequality repent.
Will we, finally, heed?
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