Peter Cunliffe’s Prayer Poem – Sunday 12th April

2026
We’re hanging in space looking from on high
Earth spinning silently in the heavens
This perfect gift of creation


Space flight theatre
To distract from present evil
Fire, destruction, death


Standing proud as though we are God
Earth’s spinning beauty in turmoil and distress
This despoiled gift thrown aside by arrogance


Oh God
Surely your bottle is full
Tears are falling in the dust


History has seen it all before
Machines of war to erase the enemy and his
home
Denying the image of God in each one


Cross standing at the hinge of time
Revealing and redeeming
Time will be no more


We shudder at the waste, but
Death is overcome, it has lost its sting
The Suffering One stands in the rubble


No thing will be lost
A warrior riding in peace
Bearing the marks of crucifixion


Families facing threatened oblivion
Earth sown with lost innocence
Empty tomb signals a greater reality


The mighty will surely fall
The humble lifted to honour
Earth turn from darkness to Light


The wind blows where it wills
There is an age to come
A rolled-stone age


A garden will spring up
Lion laying with lamb
Children dancing in peace


Drones will turn to ploughshares
Tears turned to song
Hearts filled with joy


Come white-horse Rider
Come