Colin F. Jones


Ask God if you will; “let war be no more”
Yet war cometh still! That still you deplore!
Why then do you pray: cast an infertile seed,
Though it will not grow, to satisfy your need.
Is not the value of prayer, idle in hope,
That brings joy to despair; enabling us to cope,
With truth we despise, with a comfortable lie,
Though we always do; facts we can’t deny.
Oh if only it were true that we could all pray,
That all war would cease on any given day;
But the world belongs to us, living on this sod,
Retreating from ourselves as onward we plod.
Prayer reflects despair, helplessness, and rue,
Failure to accept; that what is true is true.