The Waste Land
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Our multitude of wars and threats of wars–threats of a ‘new age’ nuclear holocaust. End of the world doomsayers saying that America isn’t in The book of Revelations because we get bombed into oblivion. People starving in Africa, people starving in Venezuela. UN aide workers setting up sex rings with women and children. So, I ask myself–drop out or engage. Drop out or engage. Drop out of the world or engage it.
I drop to my knees—I’m praying harder and longer these days. What am I even praying for? God’s judgement? His mercy?
Drop out or engage?