Oh Wondrous Lord
Created | Updated Feb 2, 2005
Under clear blue skies, over hallowed greens
Majestic trees cast their leafen screens,
To form cool shadows and diffuse the sun,
To withhold its glare from rowers on
The untainted river rushing past,
Oh! Forever may such idyll last.
A heavenly chorus of song resounds
And painted insects flutter past.
Showcase the glory that surrounds
My land, formed from the perfect caste.
Magnificent spires of Churches raise,
Offering their creator splendorous praise
For utopian creatures, lands, and seas,
Oh Wondrous Lord, you made all these!
In another place, a small child yearns
For just one tree to shield the burns
Of the heartless sun, a blazing node,
Which leaves only dust where river flowed.
This orphaned child can but sit and cry
Of the small, white, worm eating through his eye.
He will give his final wail, of a life of pain,
When the uncaring creature reaches his brain.
His final thoughts are of his mother,
Whom Aids swiftly took, leaving him to do
All that he could for his malnourished - now gone – brother,
Oh Wondrous Lord, you made this too?
