Our guns will wilt

You might quiet the whole world for a day

If you pray

And if you love

Truly love

our guns

will wilt

St. John of the Cross

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I am angry God

Life isn’t fair

Bad things happen

They aren’t like me

They don’t believe what I believe

They don’t treat me well

Oh Lord how can you let this happen?

Am I not the one the you love?

Is not my way your way?

Are you not on my side?

Am not I right,

And are not they wrong?

Do not I do the right things

Say the right things

Believe the right things

My anger grows O God

I am certain it is sacred anger

Holy and Righteous

There is only one answer

They must go

They must pay

It seems too weak to wait for you

To work your purposes out

I must take things into my hand

I must uphold your ways

And so I must

Make a bomb

Grab a gun

Gain political power

And legislate your (well its really my) morality

Yes Lord

It is us against them

It is in or out

It is……..

Or is it?

You confuse me O sacred one

When your symbols of power

Are a baby and a cross

You confuse me when you challenge the “righteous”

And embrace the “sinners”

O God

O God

I do not understand!!!

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You are right my child

Sometimes you really don’t get it

My ways are not your ways

Think on that

And pray

And

love