O Mighty God,

Every thing seems incomplete,

Every night I’ve lain awake,

This concern can’t be faked,

For humans die by human hands.

Oh, everyone has their excuse,

They’ve been robbed so much before,

Everyone’s out to even the score,

But with all this revenge no one wins.

Innocent and guilty die the same,

A gunshot, a bomb, wrong place and time,

Fear pulls death’s card no reason no rhyme,

And across the world things get sicker.

Oh, dear Holy Father, hear my prayer,

Come quickly before it’s too late,

Going home my anticipated fate,

I wait patiently for You at my door.

                                 dfav 7/25/16

—Donna