Will He? Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The one who makes electrons spin
and rules each proton's endless course
will he yet offer mercy's cloak
and with unswerving hand enforce
the law of love to those who blot
the fruits of sin with scant remorse?

The one who guides all orbit paths
and fastens great Orion's belt
will he still deign to proffer hope
to those who erred and never knelt
who stumble in the dark of night
and tender love have never felt?

The one who made all that is made
the source that makes creation sing
will he yet touch the hearts of stone
too bruised by fate's uncaring sting
to pull them out of that abyss
and bathe them in the warmth of Spring?

The one whose face no one has seen
the one who knows each star by name
will he yet reach his hand and grasp
those who are choked by chains of shame
and burn the chaff and save the wheat
of those too blinded by the flame?

Is there a hope for those who seek
what can't be seen or heard or found
who wander lost in desert sands
who never could find fertile ground
will he who made the summer rain
hold out sweet mercy's golden crown?

The one who makes electrons spin
and rules each proton's endless course
will he yet offer mercy's cloak
and with unswerving hand enforce
the law of love to those who blot
the fruits of sin with scant remorse?