The World Walks

God, the world is so very tired,
Just walking one step ahead slowly,
Weighed down by the one before it,
Head down to neither past nor future see.

The little women cry for water now,
And children sob in hunger for
Their bread. Men crass and hard vow,
Not to show pain in th’unending war.

It’s the hour of having seen,
Cursed by what’s still veiled,
Dead is hope for what’s to be,
That lovely ship long ago sailed.

We lay our troubles at your feet then,
And ask that you rest our weary trail of sin.