Heavens and the earth watched
As rebel children spat out manna
What a brood of disease and filth!
A backward people laden with sin
Even good grain, they corrupted
We also gnaw the gentle breast
Heads grow rotten with gluttony
While hearts remain unnourished
What mockery made us believe
We could bribe the king of heaven
Or hide in myrrh’s thick smoke?
Light candle, say a prayer rote
Sing the appointed hymn loudly
Bow and scrape, kiss the cross
What are these to a dark heart?
Empty delusions, death by lies
Futile efforts He will not endure
But if we wash one another
Returning again with thanksgiving
Learn and grow, give and love
Pound the sword into plowshare;
Eat of the fields the Lord has given
Or, ungrateful, be eaten yourself!
This is the first hour of turning
The river is at hand for washing
Clean eyes will cry tears of joy.
— David Dickens, Nothing Hypothetical
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