(A Poem by Joan Campbell)
Heavenly Father
Your patience is everlasting.
Your forbearance immeasurable.
These things I know.
Behold.
We have heard Your still small voice
on the gentle breeze.
We have felt your raging thunder
echoing across the heavens.
But here we only sense the anguish and
the fear of those who were brought here
those many years ago.
As we walk through the streets,
our footsteps echo on stone
where Your people trod…so much pain.
The ovens that burned day and night.
Selah.
A single sparrow falls
And You know.
Thousands and
thousands more,
their souls like sparrows
rose up in swirling murmurations
against a blue-black sky
seeking release, seeking salvation,
only to fall silently back,
ashes upon ashes
sifting down to the ground like snow.
Selah.
He comes.
Where are you?
Where are my chosen ones?
No one to be his brother’s keeper?
I have heard Rachel’s incessant weeping.
She cannot rest.
The very ground has cried out
as the earth opened to receive
the ashes of her children
who were slain here.
How long, O Lord, How Long?
Selah.
I search the heavens.
I see Your majesty written in white stars
scattered across the night sky.
But here in this place
all I sense are those who died.
I search for peace.
But your enemies are strong.
They gnaw at my soul with doubt and fear.
I cry out for You.
Then my soul is stilled.
Your mercy flows over me
like sweet spring rain.
My rest is deep.
For You are my truth,
My Light,
My Salvation.
Your mercy endures forever.
Birding Boomers 