Nothing

The end of nothing is  where life begins
The good, the mad, the trouble and the sins
The dancing of the particles of night
Makes connections ,brings us our day light
In the end will  creation always win?

Now the world turns on its  wreckers’ din
Armenia, and Rwanda and Katyn
The Holocaust  of  Europe’s Jews, our kin
What kind of God could conjure  with  such plights?
None, in the end.

The malicious  foment  rage, in evil grin.
The Congo  is not  far from Reich Berlin
The holy Jesus  downed in his last flight
The lips of  our observers tense and tight
Eyes, as sharp of  slivers, bite and  thin
The end  is nothing