FOR THE LAST DROP OF BLOOD (Syrophonecian)
(In honour of Mother and Father) I want to feel The heart of the Mother The flesh-pang of the Father All dependent She throws herself In front of a car To save the life He holds a hospital hostage That the child can be treated And live It is instinct Not reason That will do anything To spare the fruit Of loins and womb Such love Does not pause To think things through Only they know How to pray With such desperation To take God on At the coalface Fighting to the last Drop of sweat For the last Drop of blood For life they wrestle With Life Demanding A blessing and a declaration No matter what The injury to self It is the only prayer Worth praying The only worthwhile way In it they are most Like God +++ Jesus left Gennesaret and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. Then out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, ‘Sir, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.’ But he answered her not a word. And his disciples went and plea...