In The Midst Of Ruin There Is Reparation

In the midst of ruin, there is life.
God, he must work at the corner catalogue shop
The one before 'Afterlife' next to 'Hope & despair'
With "Liberty Bell" ringing, counter ringing in both ears
God, he must be hoping our overdrafts clear.

In the midst of ruin, there is salvation.
God, he must work at a downtown liqueur store
-One where we can't purchase anymore insolvency
Before closing times guilty serrated edges
Passes us by like a 70% off a pair of sunglasses.

In the midst of ruin, there is forgiveness.
God, he must work in the local fashion warehouse
Or even a quiet Nero's café where street urchins,
With ruddy blue eyes, cries, blow their noses
On their second hand, hand me-down-clothes.

In the midst of ruin, there is reparation
God, he must work as a bookie on lost causes.
Maybe he's working for free at the local charity
Because I know I can see he's been working on me
For what has felt to me like an eternity.

by Mark Heathcote

Comments (1)

I am not one to comment on too many religous type poems BUT I liked the theme in this poem. It brings to mind the thought that we are all the multiple personalities of a divine infinite intelligence that is the imagination of life itself and we are all here viewing these things subjectively. We are all one body just different version of oneself learning and evolving as we climb that ladder of chaos making our way back to the energy source that is life. We could call it God, Creator, Higher Power, Intelligent designer and it really doesn't matter what we want to label it as, as long as we can meet in the middle accepting one another no matter what our belief systems are. Neat poem you give the reader something to think about without coming across as preachy and that is always the way to go. Nicely done sir.