I Weep

I wrote this poem on the inauspicious occasion of the inauguration of President Bill Clinton in 1992. I felt it was prophetic at the time. Amazingly, I feel the power of its meaning even more now at the re-election of Barak Obama. I have changed a few lines according to the times, but its message remains the same.

Although I believe God sees politics and countries entirely differently than we do, there is a natural desire to see your “man” win. Even believers in God with solid moral values like a fighting chance with someone in office who appears more appropriate on the surface to do a good job.

The truth is no one knows how one will govern. And America is changing. It is not the same country that I grew up in. Black is white now, and wrong is right. And the choice of our leader is a reflection of our core values.

I don’t want to argue politics or people. God is in control, and the Church shines brightly in darkness. It is time for us to be the saltiest salt we can and the brightest light we can. We must pray for President Obama and all leaders to guide us rightly. And I commit to do so. I don’t feel hope is lost, because my anchor for tomorrow was never in Romney or any man. He was the better of two hard choices for me.

Still I can’t help but grieve and reflect a little today, so I offer…

I Weep

I weep while America celebrates,

Music and laughter ring from her heart

as she dances tomorrow’s

expectations. I weep.

Hope and healing are on her lips

but beyond her grasp.

America celebrates

the illusive American dream

in exchange for the gold of her freedoms,

the silver of her liberties. She does not

know now what she will lose for a free iPhone.

Although Marx died, his walls crumbled,

America’s faceless families still march

to his funeral dirge.

“Equal people we will be,” they say,

the people’s kingdom will care for us!”

Slaughtered babies shriek from cavernous graves,

and homeless souls line the streets.

America’s great heroes lust after their own kind,

demonstrate the rights of dogs and dolphins,

turn toward Allah and the god of prosperity,

and mock authority; many die too young.

Soon America will crown her chosen king

with rejoicing and with the hope of spring.

She calls the dark sky and gathering storm “new day.”

Upon their beds the people dream of their new king

and his promise to legislate her desires, but

the king will not satisfy her lust.

America’s rivers

run deep and wide for me.

I know of a kingdom beyond all others

and fix my heart above.

But today, today while America

celebrates, I weep.

And in my weeping, I hear the sound of rain.

© Bonnie Saul Wilks


5 thoughts on “I Weep

  1. It was only one hour ago
    It was all so different then
    There’s nothing yet has really sunk in
    Looks like it always did
    This flesh and bone
    It’s just the way that you would tied in
    Now there’s no-one home

    I grieve for you
    You leave me
    ‘so hard to move on
    Still loving what’s gone
    They say life carries on
    Carries on and on and on and on

    The news that truly shocks is the empty empty page
    While the final rattle rocks it’s empty empty cage
    And i can’t handle this

    I grieve for you
    You leave me
    Let it out and move on
    Missing what’s gone
    They say life carries on
    They say life carries on and on and on

    Life carries on
    In the people i meet
    In everyone that’s out on the street
    In all the dogs and cats
    In the flies and rats
    In the rot and the rust
    In the ashes and the dust
    Life carries on and on and on and on
    Life carries on and on and on

    It’s just the car that we ride in
    A home we reside in
    The face that we hide in
    The way we are tied in
    And life carries on and on and on and on
    Life carries on and on and on

    Did I dream this belief?
    Or did i believe this dream?
    Now i can find relief
    I grieve
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  2. I believe many of us are grieving and weeping our nations status quo. But, like you say we have a “Hope in Glory” that the world does not have and for that we have much to be grateful for. I pray and ask the Lord to help each of us to rejoice and begin again His work with the knowledge to know “we win”. Now for His work of saving souls, Lord get us back on track. Bonnie, I loved your poem, so timely. God bless your ministry and God Bless America. Your sister in Christ, CB

  3. Bonnie, it is indeed like you said – our leaders reflect our core values. My question is, can I love the country America has become? Probably not, but I can still love people and seek to portray the America that was and fight and speak up for the values that make any nation or person great. We will return to our values when we can’t fill our pockets, our bellies, and our minds with whatever we choose.

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