Devastation rips through this sunburnt country,
Fires consuming life: livestock, land and promises birthed at the beginning of time lost in those we know.
Sneaky smoke ***** the breath from their lungs; saying it’s your time to go.
Why now?! When families gathered to celebrate with presents under a tree.
We are the land down under; great Holy Spirit consume this horror!
We see your love in the helping hand, the
Compassionate face that chose not to demand,
Gratitude for the thousands of helpers professionals, and the like, we praise you with honour.
Thank you
Australia is currently suffering from catastrophic fires. Lives have been lost and the authorities are under pressure. The devastation inspired this poem.