Gaza, Santa Clarita, Tegucigulpa,
And I seek solace in the cave of kindliness
Even at the cost of my savior's succor,
Arrows of Light, come, pierce my soul!
Arrows of Light, come, pierce my soul!
When war seems like their business,
Kurdistan, Afghanistan, cartels in the desert,
And I seek blessing in status and privilege
Even as I pay tribute to Caesar's heirs,
Arrows of light, come, pierce my soul!
Arrows of light, come, pierce my soul!
When I awaken to stock prices and CSPAN,
Pension pay-outs, retirement projections, the DOW,
And I seek security in fences, walls and savings
Even at the expense of the Gospel I love,
Arrows of Light, come, pierce my soul!
Arrows of Light, come, pierce my soul!
Bombs are falling in Gaza tonight,
Sirens roaring from Sderot's towers;
Parents are grieving children tonight,
In California, as in El Paso, as in Pittsburgh.
Gaza's children sing the song of my future,
And Sderot's old men intone a universal prayer.
The wailing of Santa Clarita rises to dark skies
With your grief, and your rage, and mine.
Breath of the Bright Wind, make us one!
Breath of the Bright Wind, make us one!
DGJ
11/15/19
After "Arrows of Light" by Bruce Cockburn, 1975
