The Boston Marathon

The Boston Marathon

God, it's so grievous
that men would invoke
explosions of terror
through hatred and smoke.
God, it's so grievous
that people would die,
that limbs would be lost
and nations would cry.
Lord, help the victims
to process and mourn
all that was lost,
surmounting the scorn.
Be with officials,
uncovering truth,
that persons of interest
they would uproot.
Don't let this evil
and vicious attack
put chinks in our armor,
causing us slack.

Give us determined 

and fervent resolve 

to stand up and conquer, 

that they not evolve.

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales

4-15-13

Marathon Mania

Marathon Mania

The marathon runners took pride in the race
Until all the madness invaded their space
Killing and maiming,and stealing their joy
Overturning their victory with the death of a boy
My heart is so grieved that a child is lost
As well as the others paying the cost
God give us mercy and show us your face
That we, in our weakness,would experience grace


Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales
4-15-13