London

Symptoms of a Fallen World

Hate crime and terror,
Symptoms of a fallen world,
Dead and decaying;
In direst need of Jesus,
Our hearts must welcome Him in

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post

Lord,
comfort those you mourn,
those in pain,
those who suffer
and convict the hearts of those
whose hatred knows no bounds

Darkness Falls on Westminster

Pilgrims of democracy
Alight ‘twixt London’s spires,
Cameras flashing souvenir snaps;
Cursed moments pass,
Shattering the peace,
Awe displaced by shock.

A lone wolf paints terror,
No value for life;
A city loses a servant,
A family loses one they loved;
Memory will not relent,
Terror shall not prevail.

French brushstrokes of old,
Cede to current tracks of tears,
Amongst English riverflow –
Equalled in pain,
A brotherhood of suffering,
La solidarité dure

Sun’s light sets, giving way
To sorrowed mourning stars;
Yet Westminster stands defiant,
Bloodied but unbowed;
The Mother of Parliaments
Stands, testimony to the free

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