Thy Will be Done

Sirens wail
     plaintive in the night.
Red lights dance,
     right left, left right.
Rescue blades whir
     round 'n round.
Triage hearts race to
     hit the ground.
Creepers break news,
     both thick and thin.
Talking heads squawk:
     "This just in."

Worlds removed, so far away...
What's a true warrior supposed to do?

When you pray,
     said God's own son:
"Our Father...
     Thy Will be done."*

Matthew 6:5-8, 9-13

*It's not for lack of concern for those
in distress, but for remembering that
God knows what's going on and has it
fully under His control.

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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