A Poem for the Ark
Through all ages, in all lands
Creatures suffer at our hands.
How can we repent the harm -
In laboratory and farm?
How can we give back the lives
Cut short by bolts, gas, shot and knives?
How can we the clergy tell
Of the ghastly man-made Hell
For the calf who, innocent,
All its life - in darkness - spent?
How can we make him aware,
Who sets the dogs to course the hare,
That God in Heaven has made them all -
And marks each sparrow in its fall?