Easter Saturday quietly begins with news
The accounts of a terrorist's death we choose
Tempered with the faces of the Brussels dead
As each is held in the family sadness bred
He who dies for our sins on Good Friday
Now weeps for us as we look to find our way
We now await an end to these the bloody times
Despairing each new hideous event in their book of crimes
At this the most sacred time of the Christian story
We look to God to find a path whilst bathing in his glory
Help us to understand why we now face these tasks
Whilst we find it difficult for what these trials now asks.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very sincere, heartfelt poem about what is really going on, I really felt while I was reading it that I was praying with the poem. Thank you so much for sharing this here.