War Poem

Let’s say God came down to knock upon Heart’s door

And asks, “My friend,” if yet you now  have had enough of War.

And you reply, “Of course, Dear God, but why come you to me?”

And It says, “As you’ve always known, it starts and ends with thee.”

And now where turn your face for warmth, for knowledge, justice, faith?

Where find the heart that brave in blood shuns any other’s death?

— Circa 2014