Heart of Jesus, our peace and reconcilation, have mercy on us ...
This wicked war that drags
on through the centuries
blinds us. Like the shell-shocked
we come to accept hell
exploding around us.
Beaten down we stumble
around in pain, wounded,
half-starved, half-mad, half-dead,
staggering through the land
with ashes in our mouths.
But some see the Dayspring
rising in the darkness,
bringing us welcome peace,
destroying death with life.
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