I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.

by Lola Ridge

Comments (2)

Your concept of God's mercy and justice makes me glad I'm a heathen. You actually believe this?
Thought god protects man.This poem makes me feel its the other way around! ! 100,000 dead and god has a cause? And we cant complain? And harmony in bane?