When human hearts are slow to go
When need revealed is never sown
When worldly things capture time
When life becomes familiar rhymes.

When death becomes a comfort zone
When life abundant is never known
When hearts are led by fleshly tones
When people die with Hell as home.

When water’s heard but never seen
When faith denies the living springs
When people cry with silent needs
When roses bloom but die from grief.

When children taken from their homes
When they become but bruising bones
When Jesus hears their stirring moans
When O when will “when” be gone.

Oct 10, 2015