I came up with this. English is not my native language but I hope it’s okay:
Zemi’s poem
In these wicked sunless days
the world looks like a giant maze
What’s the reason, what’s the why
we don’t praise our God of life?
On all the beauty we don’t gaze
and so we do not stand amazed.
We just wander, we just stray,
don’t look at God who shows us way.
We all use our fallen heads
to lead us where we hope to rest.
But though we hope for hope, not less,
our empty hearts remain restless.
Isn’t this all a bit queer
as if no one sought the heaven here?
Isn’t this all a bit weird
If God of hope lives and we’re feared?
We crave peace and love and friends
But in our longings - there it ends.
We don’t stop to seek the place
where God reveals his holy face.
“Hey, God, hello! Are you there?
Send reply if you are fair!
Tick, tack, God, I’m counting time…
No answer? Fine! I knew your care…”
Is that how we look at God?
Are we waiting for his nod
to break the silence with loud voice
so that we could give him our free choice?!
But have we never looked at cross
where all what Christ had he then lost?
There he carried all our sin
all our endless suffering
Do we not see what this does bring
- the freedom of which hearts can sing?
He made no joke, nor comic pun
when he whispered: “It is done”
But will a change today come by
shall we stop believing lie?
Let’s say to Jesus today “Yes”
and give him hearts with all the mess.
Let’s accept his gift that’s free
from which all the fear we have will flee.
Holy Spirit may you lit
the darkness where we’re often hid
Father, not our will that should be done
Instead let kigdom of yours to us come
May we more know you every day
We ask all this in the Jesus’ name!
Amen!
