Human: All Too Human Poem by DM W

Slow burning moments in Time:
Of scarred epochs well lit with signs.
From Eden to Golgotha;
From Auschwitz through to Palestine.
Was the Word made flesh for nothing?
Did pure Love die only in vain?
Is the frail light now extinguished
Only for darkness to remain?

O crude, blind & vain creatures are we!
We crawl around in purgatory.
We stumble over potent symbols;
Words & concepts we can't decipher..
Human all too human...and yet..yet
There is still a hope that never fades:
A peculiar primal longing
Groping awkwardly towards the sun.

Was the Word made flesh for nothing?
Did pure Love die only in vain?
Is the frail light now extinguished
Only for darkness to prevail?
Despite this world's cruel thorns I know that
The blood red rose will blossom again.