Helpless.
That’s how this feels,
as jackbooted thugs
pummel faces with fists,
knees,
bullets.
And so I kneel
asking for the miracle
that will awaken your Church,
that silent behemoth that sleeps
beneath the din
(so enraptured with civility)
(or else captured by anti-Christ)
to rise once more
and shake the world
with love, faith,
and strong determination.
Perhaps we are not
helpless after all.
Under Christ’s Mercy,
Brent