Of Justice and Love
Fleta R. Robinson
God’s hand cupped lovingly over the World that He made.
Beneath His palm Earth’s atmosphere blanketed the globe.
Within were wars, crimes, atrocities;
The slaughter of babes – a million-plus each year.
Their tiny souls so newly given
Were disregarded by the surgeon’s tools.
Each severed limb, each broken body
Grieved its Creator,
And shame and sadness join the atmosphere
To shroud all mankind.
But underneath the palm also resides
His chosen few
Who do what best they can to make Him known.
By prayer
By loving action to their fellow man,
By rising up refusing to be crunched,
And, by God’s grace, lifting banners
To proclaim Earth’s self-wrought ills –
And of God’s cure.
To legislate, to weep
Saving the small one’s life is what they seek.
Authorities declaim and knock them down
And drag to prison bars.
Uncomplaining one by one they go
Submitting to the magistrates;
Count it all JOY!