Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
From "The Second Coming" - W. B. Yeats
Do you ever get the feeling that we live in the age of Yeats' poem?
O Lord, bring order out of chaos.
Bring healing to the hurting.
Let light shine in the darkness.
