Seeking For Godot Poem by Levi Oracion

Our world is being torn to pieces,
Big industrial companies are squeezing
Every drop of blood from its workers, customers
As well as from our home, planet earth.
Wars flare up every now and then,
Acts of terrorism threaten
The security of every one
And people of peace and good will
Hope against hope
As they wait for a divine epiphany.
But they wait on their own terms.

In myriad ways, each according to their own situation,
The poor wish to hit the lotto jackpot
And hope to be millionaires in the blinking of an eye
The sick physically and spiritually battered
By various kinds of illnesses
Wait for miraculous healing
And everyone who is sick and tired
Of all the misery and injustices in the world
Hope for the dawning of peace and justice

All over the world.
And they wait and wait till they wilt on the vine,
But no divine apparition is in evidence.
So they wait like gamblers
Hoping that the next throw of the die
Will fulfill their passionately held dreams.
Such waiting though it gives some hope
Even of a spurious kind, gives hope
That tragically leads to a horrendous loss.
They miss to note the security afforded
By the faithfulness of sun and moon
To their regular appointments;
They miss the alteration of the seasons
That enable us to put food on the table
And merely take for granted the framework
That makes possible the daily rounds of our life.
They miss the majestic beauty of heaven and earth
Where an unseen, unappreciated struggle takes place
Within the evolutionary process
For life on earth to go on.
And above all, they miss the silent struggle
Of the tender angels of our nature
Among the victims of injustice in whose battle
For humanity are made objects of ridicule and scorn,
But who nonetheless affirm that they are human,
Upon whom every lash brutally planted on their backs,
Are stripes suffered for the healing of our wounds,
For our liberation from our enslavements
And for the dawning of a new humanty
Pre-figured in the being of our Lord
Jesus of Nazareth.
To see him in his myriad revelations
In creation and in history
Is to know that the Word has become flesh
And dwelt with us, and shall lead us
To that strange, new and wonderful world
Which is the true home of every human being.