At a War Grave

Christ, what is this sea of stone
sown with the wheat, that cries for peace?
What loves, bright promises and dreams
cut stubble-short here
lie buried deep?

Christ, who makes the tomb
a place of living hope,
unite their offering to your sacrifice;

By your power let not this grain
remain fruitless and alone,
but from it may we share a harvest
rich in faith and love
in which life begins anew,

Lord, let this be so.

Kenneth Carveley