The Extinction Rebellion is all over the news this week. Greta has become a young prophet trying to catch our attention on Climate Change.
On Sunday morning in Fitzroy we are excited to have Dr. Jonny Hanson speaking at our Harvest Service on BEING WITH CREATION. Jonny is Managing Director of Jubilee a Christian creation care organisation and well respected in the academic and practical world of environmental issues.
As I was planning ahead for the service I remembered this poem. I wrote it over 20 years ago and sadly it is more relevant now, than then.
All of our songs are sung
And none of us have been listening
The future sound is a tuneless world
Where all the melody has gone missing
You'd think that we'd hear something
To wake us from our comatose state
We all say we love our children
But treat them with a spiteful hate
We are so about the present
That we won't do tomorrow well
And our glass is nearly empty
On the bar of the last chance hotel.
All our prayers are prayed
Every answer has been spurned
We've sat 'neath the pulpits of science
But nothing is what we've learned
You'd think that we'd see something
To give a kick to our selfish asses
We're so blinded by our comforts
That it's pointless wearing glasses
We've peered through the gates of heaven
Then dragged ourselves back to hell
And our glass is nearly empty
On the bar of the last chance hotel.
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