The Cry of Us All!
by Denny Lancaster
Have you heard our special children, my brothers,
and a sorrow with comes with their barren years:
Old men and women, longing for their mothers,
and none of us can stop their falling wet tears?
Do you argue with them in their mounting sorrow,
wondering why the streams of tears fall so,
for as humans now much older to weep tomorrow,
none of which were lost in a time so long ago.
If again we could be like our children seeking,
eyesight and deft fingers are the best to have,
with the building blocks they are best tweaking,
and binding hearts which keep from breaking.
But alas we hear each other, the other breathing
for a moment we read lips from mouth to mouth,
and in their accessible creations fresh wreathing
because others have taught these tender youth.
Now tell the poor in compassion, my brothers,
to look up to our Father in heaven and pray,
so the youth who blesseth all the others,
will honor we who are old and gray one day.
They answer, "Who is God that He should hear us,
while the hearts of onlookers are caused to stir,
as God with a throng of angels who are singing,
for none will thwart our web compliant building,
and a host of disbelievers shall not us deter."
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