Still No Poem by Francie Lynch

Do you hear me today, how do I sound.
Is there softness in my voice,
A calmness to be found.
Did last night's snowfall cover my psalm,
In the chillness did he hear it wrong.
After all, we prayed so hard
For peace on earth and goodwill to men;
For war and hate to come to an end.
I'm sounding hoarse in my longing ears,
I've been praying for this for many years.
I believed if I knelt humbly,
Praised the Lord and all his sundry,
In my lifetime or a future someday,
Peace would reign like church on Sunday.
That's a story I was told,
The story preached to my parents,
And it travels back through five millenium,
Past the Cross, across the Jordan,
Deeper than the burning bush,
Back to the foot that was to crush
The head of evil.