sit here in the peace and calm of Kettering
to news about suffering and war,
wonder about your plan for the future,
conflict, the pain, the tears and more.
best to work, for justice, not victory,
triumphant screams, as a battle is won,
in strife, there are no winners and losers,
those, left alive, when the fighting is done.
are those who've been lucky to finish unwounded,
others, whose pain is too hard to bear,
former may revel in stories of glory,
grapple with feelings about things they've left there.
commend, to your care, both sides in the struggle,
pray that you'll help it to come to an end,
warriors will meet to resolve all their troubles,
in coming together their wounds start to mend.
innocent victims be saved by your mercy,
guilty, relieved of the pains in their mind,
despite all our faults, our mistakes and transgressions,
will always be there to save humankind.
yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory,
beginning and ever, a world without end,
you we offer our praise and allegiance,
you are our saviour, our life blood,
© Stefan Lewis-Fish
(21 March 1999