I posted this in the Personal Poetry section, then remembered this thread.
If you're familiar with the Leonard Cohen song or any of the more recent popular versions, this should fit.
Best Wishes for the holiday season to all Lit-Netters!
Desparate Hallelujah
The story goes that You were born
on a starry night, the silence torn
by infant screams and those who thought they slew Ya.
Far from that shed,
the swords and sin,
the sheperds watched the moon go dim,
while descending angels chanted hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
So it goes that You lived and died.
They pierced your hands, Your feet, and side,
but You don’t really pass away now, do Ya,
nor live your life
with endless pain,
a penance for a heaven gained
in which we’ll sing eternal hallelujahs.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Are You watching these religious wars?
Are You really that worth killing for?
I thought it was a sin according to Ya.
You free us to live by the sword.
You call us and we plead, My Lord,
in a whispered and a desparate hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
They tell us You were born to die,
and aren’t we all, but tell me why
it’s set up so we feel we tried to fool Ya.
While doing what we need to do,
we’re told to put our faith in You,
but where are You in all Your hallelujahs?
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Do you laugh at us when we call it fate,
to die too soon or be born to late,
or think we’ve hit a lucky streak—well do Ya?
If for ourselves we must break free,
we’ll tell You, “It’s not You, it’s me
and my throat is sore from screaming hallelujah.”
One more thing, this time of year
we draw the ones that we love near
for an old tradition long before we knew Ya,
we light some candles, burn a tree,
and hope that all the world can see
it’s love that is the brightest hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah