NEPAL EARTHQUAKE - POEM

Canyons heave and mountains tumble,

earth beneath will shift and rumble,

quaking buildings tilting and falling

will God never head our calling?

Like some hell afire with trouble,

children buried in the rubble:

seems there is no hope or reason,

fear unleashed, death finds its season.

Here in utter desperation

harmed by nature's harsh mutation,

will we ask 'is God against us',

seeking to deny or test us?

When, O when, as life is rattled

and we feel dislodged, embattled,

will an avalanche of praying

turn a God bent on betraying?

Then when rubble ceases moving,

still God's grace, it seems, needs proving.

All our trust and hope is waning,

faith is taut, near breaking, straining.

Yet, as neighbours, sharing grieving,

let us bring God's love, relieving

fears that leave the world unsleeping

seeding trust, God's grace unceasing.

© Andrew Pratt 12/5/2015

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