Above Ukraine
Once upon a Time Above Ukraine's great
domes of vibrant colored Cathedrals Mourning doves rose, swirling silhouette
against fresh blue and creamy clouds. Cities of People’s voices praised to the heavens
along with life, joy and hard work.
Her voices now tremble and groan
for death has left its imprint. Its earth holds the murdered, the departed, her
people now without breath, so still.
Mourning doves have flown away taking
their sweet calls with them.
Families’ broken with tear streaked
cheeks of children. Mamas and papas, divided. A country shattered as multitudes flee sure
destruction. We wish for the war to end. They wonder why their neighbor has
raised its hand in violence.
What of us here; do we deny our own
devastation? This United States of America embroiled in violence and division,
a broken foundation crumbling from within, treasure dwindling. Within-without; cries, groaning and supplications
rise to the heavens for us, for them. “Our world Oh Lord is broken, Jesus save
us! Jesus help us!”
We imagine lives snuffed out under
heavy boot. We see news programs of the fleeing masses on the other side of the
world and hope for this earth’s arms to take them in. How many cry out. “God do
you see me? Do you care?”
In a twinkle, in a moment of passing breath multitudes pass into Salvation's eternity reality; the name of Jesus on their lips. Bombs and explosions
and cruelty for the souls now departed in mass graves. Death has been defeated
by the victory of Jesus resurrection power.
Oh I wish we could see lifted above
the vibrant colored Cathedrals of Ukraine as the Glorious Angels of God Almighty join in with
the praise of the redeemed.
Kathy Van Kurin, May, 2022