The Unheard Voices

...A deep, plaintive wailing,
whimpering, and weeping
reverberating through bowels of the earth…
- a poem by Sally from Adelaide for our reflections on Dec 5th

The Unheard Voices

God’s spirit moved in time and space,
A big bang…
Cosmic womb gives birth,
Earth emerges from the waters.
Hello sky, land and sea!
Hello animals and plants!

A precious living space,
fragile web linking one to all—
community of kin.
God – one with earth, breathing life,
intrinsic value.
Full of beauty and wonder, inter-connected

giving to a world
to enjoy.

Men and women given charge,
to rule over all creatures
and subdue Earth?
Was this misunderstood and misconstrued?
To harness nature, plunder and exploit.
Our right to conquer,
After all it’s our inheritance.

Twenty-first century humankind:
the ultimate, powerful and knowledgeable.
Progress, practicality and power,
modernisation and modems,
novelty, newness and innovation.
Technology, transport and telephone.
Fast, fast is the name of the game,
don’t delay—
we need to know straight away!

We’re richer, wiser they say, economics is the answer –
buy, buy
don’t delay—
Money flows in and out.
Keep bank manager happy,
Annual bonus, his incentive and his joy.
Adverts flashing across our screens,
Spend! Possess! Grab!
Rap tune bombardment
promising delectable delights.

A deep, plaintive wailing,
whimpering, and weeping
reverberating through bowels of the earth,
carried by violent winds,
washed over land by tsunami seas,
spread by fierce fires,
carried in flooding waters
and rumbling through earth plates.
Hear the screaming, screeching and sobbing of
sky, land, sea, animals and plants.

Disregarded, degraded,
disappearing and dying.

A mother stands, her child stands.
They wait.
No shade, no comfort under unrelenting sun,
Queues, long, winding and unending.
All humankind without song, without voice.
Children gone, mothers despairing.

Simple request…
Please let us live.

But life now marred,
destroyed by the evils of this world.
Ears frozen to the cries,
Hope that was, dribbles away,
light extinguished,
inner source dies.
No sirens, no emergency room, no words to comfort,
Nothing to relieve trauma and despair.
Forgotten.
Unable to resuscitate.
Vital signs gone.

Silence, except for

Yes, the crying love of God.
The suffering love screaming from the cross.
The God of Calvary deep within
a groaning creation,
crying with the dying species
moaning with the waiting mother and child.

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