How God Cries

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Friday, April 6, 2018

How God cries

 

How God Cries ©

TO

Michael Casey

 

So here we are on ^{April 5} , 2018, and the Russian spy poisoning saga continues, with London now overtaking New York in murders. So I was wondering if I should comment or write a "Cry Poem", if sarcasm would work, if oceans of tears would help, if David Lammy would become a magician and help his constituents defeat the evil that swirls around them. We also have a 78 year old man, two robbers in the night, one robber dead, the other one driving away in his van. So the news is all very sad.

 

I have my own bittersweet news that I hope will have a happy ending, with the help of God and two police officers. They say that when solving problems, you should use the Augustine method or a 360-degree assessment, but how does God feel? As I speak, Rainbow is singing "Bless Me, Bless Me."

 

So I do this to try to see God's point of view as I have stated it. While some will call it heresy, I say to them: GROW UP. Perhaps that is what God might say.

 

I cried for Mother Russia when the pure evil of the Nazis descended upon your land, Maria prayed for you constantly while you were all shivering in the cold. When you liberated the entire East, I understood why you needed a buffer zone after what Hitler did to you.

 

I can understand the strengths and the values, and the nobility of hope, the anti-Nazi hope, and I see such a liberal West. But my children, when did you sell your soul? Why didn't you understand that sharing is Christian, and all other faiths believe in sharing and caring for the weak. This communism began as freedom of spirit, freedom from tyranny, very noble, all the angels applauded. But then everything went wrong, one master was replaced by another hypocritical master.

 

What happened to my churches, freedom to believe, the only faith was unbelief. And what did it lead to, sadness and no joy. Cheating in sports, which was advertised as a new religion, we must cheat in sports so that the masses will be proud of it. You consider people as cattle and treat them so that they can be milked. Then the wealth is sold to people who leave mother Russia, and no wonder people have fewer and fewer children. Fewer children is a sure sign of unhappiness. And Mary cries, she cries, Mary cries because she loves mother Russia.

 

Man makes more weapons, more ways to destroy this Eden created for you all. North Korea should sing more and make toys, real toys, not threaten everyone. I cry tears, oceans of tears, the angels have gone mad. What happened to my children, all my children. My tears merge with the oceans, like the melting polar ice caps, all unnecessary because of greed. Polar bears keep me company as I walk this Good Earth, my joy that I created for my children, to share with all my children.

 

Hunger rages and no one cares, Angels cry and whales wail their songs, in harmony Angels and whales cry. It is too hard for the whales, so in sorrow they throw themselves on the shore, their sad songs drive them crazy.

 

America, which began with so much hope when Columbus set sail, has just broken my heart even more. Drugs are polluting the veins of the people, and it is such a crying shame. Mary holds the hands of the dying and those trying to free themselves from all this poison, she sheds more tears. Then overseas, the man who would have been Caesar spits and stares into the mirror of popular television, while the whole world watches all his many disasters. Vanity, oh vanity, where is the real Christian charity?

 

Malice seems to be the key word, Love and Mercy are abandoned, and where is Hope. Where is Love, it seems to be hidden under a bushel, and neither a grain of rice is divided, nor bread is baked, nor broken.

 

Maybe God is dead, maybe I am talking to myself, people do not exist, my Creation does not exist. Should I make it all disappear? Do such people deserve hope?

 

And yet I hear prayers, I hear a tiny whisper , someone prayed for this poisoned Russian girl to live. Why because she had the same name as the man's mother, for that reason alone. Perhaps more prayers will emerge from the Darkness, prayers of hope and love, perhaps people will understand that even God can run out of patience. God's Omega will sooner or later raise the alarm: "Humanity, your time is up."

 

God's creation is beautiful and worth saving. Mother Russia should be honest enough to change her future, like she did 100 years ago. Russia and the US could reach for the stars together, on this Starry Starry Night, they could see if they could reach the Angel Café. China could rebuild America's infrastructure, just like they once built the railroads with the Irish.

 

On a starry night people could give up drugs and use their imagination instead . But I feel a chill, is this Satan crawling out of his pit of freezing Love, crawling over corrupting virgins? No one will Pray over Pain, has humanity gone mad? Where is the love? Mary says the Rosary , can the world join in? Is the rosary a prayer circle or a noose that humanity chooses to hang itself with?

 

A shooting star passes overhead, one dying man prays, an old Russian who survived the Nazis, he prays, he prays. He prays with hope and love, Mary joins him, the angels too, all of heaven prays with the dying Russian man. He does not pray for his own soul, he prays for the soul of his dear mother, his dear Mother Russia, he has hope and love in his heart as his body dies. He loves Mother Russia, if only she could be what she should be, better than North Korea, and better than China or even the United States.

 

An old Russian man dies, and Saint Michael himself takes him to Heaven, God gives him vodka and English tea. Where there is Prayer, there is Hope, and God stands next to us. So we should all pray, hope, and try not to worry, as Padre Pio said.

michael casey writer from Birmingham England this morning  6 August 2025