.97 promise

currently listening to

o come o come emmanuel,

15th century french franciscan nuns

somebody complains

who would write the word "rejoice"

to music in a minor key?

maybe

because sometimes it is hard to rejoice.

so said the mothers

who were weeping

who were told to celebrate

whose baby boys had been ripped up

out of their arms

infanticide for a king

and who were now wondering

why does God allow 

suffering.

for zimbabwe,

for guantanamo,

for suu kyi's colleagues and for assange,

for those in the red,

for those in shame,

for the occupations,

for the occupied,

for the frightened,

for the bitter,

for the ill,

for the ill-perceived,

for the dead, and those who wished they were,

for you and me both, and us together

the promise is made.

the ransom shall be paid.

we just need to wait till morning.

like an egg that will surely hatch,

a seed that will surely sprout,

a chocolate that will surely melt.

for then the thaw shall come,

the assurance shall become reality

enabling us

like king, mandela, and others

to shout it from the rooftops

free at last

free at last

thank God almighty

we are free at last