The Middle East continues to melt down
like an out of control nuclear pile
leaving destruction and crushed dreams
scattered about the vast sandscape.
I imagine God watching from high
up in the heavenly grandstand
knowing that so many others are not
here to see the race, only to wait for
what they hope is the inevitable crash.
Once He liked looking on Jerusalem
watching the three faiths jockeying
for an unreachable victory, even if none
knew what a victory might mean,
but each one certain three could
never peacefully occupy a space
barely large enough for one.
He knew He could end it but He
perished that thought for He had
grown tired of playing puppet master.
He had shown them the way, but
if they no longer wished to follow it,
twisting it into what it was never
intended to be he knew there was another
who was waiting patiently for them
in a place they never wished to go.