!Hope
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agk's diary 
9 December 2024 @ 19:03 UTC
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written on Pinebook Pro
while daughter is a shark and roommate says,
"Sharks hate faces!"
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Lamentations 2:

 I'm sick with grief. The city's wrecked; my people
 ruined. I see our sorry children and even suckling
 babes collapse in the desolate streets.

 Like wounded men, they stagger and fall in the
 thoroughfares. They cry to their mothers for 
 something to eat and drink. They die on their
 desperate mothers' laps; at their dismayed bosoms.

 What can I say to you? How can I comfort, O 
 daughter of Jerusalem? 

All earth waits. Rain falls on fallow sandy ground. 
Coughing children tangled in wet blankets somehow
sleep in the horrible embrace of cold mud. 

The autonomic background, endless quadcopter buzz,
destroys kidneys exhausted by alarm. Everyone you
love will be casually maimed and murdered by 
anonymous sadists.

Bulldozed ancient olive trees rot or burn.
Scattered greenhouse ribs twist from polluted sand. 
Organic matter and steel await use.

The remnant of what lived waits. Relentless, 
insistent, life wants to grow. Only with family and
spirit irreparably broken could I see a new heaven
and earth, holy Jerusalem transformed.

The prisoners were freed, blinded's sight restored. 
Armored bulldozers were dismantled, plows and bread 
ovens built. The hungry ate well, amputees danced, 
the lonely were loved, the anxious relaxed. Former 
ubermensch pleaded to join humble poor families.

Alberto Taule (1972):

 God's drawing near: his name, "God-with-us".
 Life in the earth germinates, love, freedom!

 He wanted to clothe himself with our flesh,
 poor and simple, humble-hearted.
 He will be born, he will come to share
 our fate, our anguish and our pain.

 He always comes. I live by awaiting 
 every day the return of Jesus.

Only rain and sun satisfy waiting earth. Tears and
fire aren't enough. Only in God, become one with
us, can people stop just waiting, start to exist.