On the anniversary of the London 7/7 bombings I’ve decided to re-post a poem which I wrote shortly after that fateful day, seven (eta: now 10) years ago. Thanks to Gillan Scott over at God and Politics UK who has also featured it on his (former) site. [Gillan can now be found over at archbishopcranmer.com]
From elation to deflation
in less than twenty-four hours
From euphoria and applause
on the streets of London,
to sudden, forceful pause
across the transportation network.
Stillness in the city,
but for the sirens, the screams.
From gasps of delight
to gasps of horror,
From cheerful celebrations
to serene silence.
Lives cruelly snatched away.
Hearts leapt on Wednesday,
sank on Thursday –
Hope sapping from the heart of London
and the heart of man.
But our hope is in you, sovereign Lord
As the nations rage
our hearts remain steadfast in You.
Eight leaders in a room can never save the world,
nor the words, deeds or music of man
But at the King’s Cross
we still have reason for faith,
Hope and Love, they too remain
We won’t live in fear, but freedom
Hello Annie. I followed Gillan’s suggestion upon reading these contrasts, which fittingly draw us from extremities to the centrality of life in the King of Kings.
Shortly after the event I learned what had confronted two intercessors at Euston station whilst en-route to a prophetic meeting convened close by the Bloomsbury outrage. One of the ladies told how traumatised the police were and that, being ordained, she was allowed to minister to the many young men.
You may not realise the spiritual dimension of this attack. It happened on the 40th day of a prayer vigil that had been called because such an eventuality had been foreseen in the heavenlies. The vigil had been called on the day Big-Ben inexplicably stopped for 90 minutes!
This information is offered simply for the record. I don’t know if you appreciate the prophetic but I can provide links should you be interested in the full reports.
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