Angels So Give Up Waving And Shouting Poem by Mark Heathcote

God, sent his messengers to a land beyond the smoke
His angel messengers returned. 'The smokes too thick —
Lord, what can we do? What can I say to reach them?
The seas are rising around us the ice is melting fast.
The angel gasped I couldn't hear one voice sing amen
Among them, Lord, not one declaration, spoken, meant.
Not one single affirmation; that wasn't already rock hard.
Their hearts are like deserts a trackless forbidding waste
There are no paths to reach them by Lord, what can we do?
God, spoke, it was I who sent the sea, who melted the ice
What barren lands can withhold me? Don't you see?
I turn the mountains into sand their fiery breath is mine
But, now, return my messengers to the volcanoes mouth
And descend, leave your wings enflaming their gold
And lend a helping hand; it's not by words they learn,
But by actions, alone dear angels, give up waving and shouting.