The world is in turmoil.
Bewilderment and confusion at the deepest level
fulfill the ancient prediction
black will be white—
wrong will be right.
Absolute truths have been made relative . . .
Even the Golden Rule has been tarnished—altered to read:
“Do to others what You think they would do to You
if they had the chance.”
Goodness seems to always have an angle.
Manipulate-your-way-to-the-top lessons begin in daycare.
Theology is twisted to create more loopholes—
true righteousness is the object of scorn,
even in ecclesiastical circles.
The questions children ask are answered with cynicism.
Innocence is destroyed before it can have a chance to root
and sprout into virtue.
Build an ark, Lord.
Call some crazy Noah for our day.
Find with Your perfect vision someone who will saw wood
(when it has never rained) to build a great ship.
Rescue a remnant of trust—
a fragment of faith.
And, Lord, if even the jackass was invited
to bring a mate and start anew,
could You choose—could You use me?
From SIMPLE PRAYERS
©2006 Gloria Gaither
