To What Will I Compare This Generation?
Pentecost 6; Matthew 11:15-19, 25-30
Our markets are not graced with lilting airs,
nor is there space or time for feet to dance.
The love-lorn pop songs wail but no-one cares;
beneath the car parks, air-starved planet pants.
So, play the music that revives the soul
and sing laments for woes we need to hear.
Oh, show us humble ways that heal the whole
and calm us when we hurry on in fear.
Humility is scarcely valued here –
the arrogant, pretentious ones hold sway.
Pursuit of wealth makes mercy disappear,
while wisdom of the ages has no say.
You call the weary, let them rest in you.
Release them from their burdens and their strain.
Your easy yoke will let their strength renew.
With gentleness, you soothe their long-held pain.
This generation loves to judge and blame.
They claim intelligence but close their minds.
The Lord of heaven and earth has here no fame;
their screen-based knowledge casts a spell that blinds.
Please teach us to discern with heart and art!
Our noise-fogged ears must learn to listen well.
Our inner child lets jaded thoughts depart
and insight strikes a note clear as a bell.
Barbara Messner 29/06/2026
Extraordinarily beautiful … and that is beyond my joy at your (to the reader) effortless rhyming!
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Thanks so much Maren. I’m glad you found it beautiful because I wanted to write something beautiful as well as naming the darkness. It was one of those poems that flowed out once it had claimed the rhyme and rhythm it wanted. Somehow I find the form often facilitates that flow for me.
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