Will the tide ever turn?
will the debris that washes up on
the beautiful beaches ever forgive us.
our trespasses plain for all to see.
the blind eye ever turning,
the barbed wire and forked tongue.
what has the kingdom come to?
whose will is being done?
on earth as it is not in heaven.
on earth’s hallowed ground
the turned backs and excuses.
closed eyes and shut mouths.
for the tide we did not stand against
and the debris, the beautiful lost debris
that is cleared away, to make way for more?