This is a simple poem expressing the horrible, perverted condition of the world, where brother contests brother and bloodlust seems stronger than love. Although I did not write with this in mind, the "us" could refer to a group of soldiers traveling from one battle to the next and passing through a field of flowers. The flowers represent innocence and the world God first intended. The man - the "I" - represents sin and what this world became. The question of "why" is so simple, so innocent, and yet so profound. Something as beautiful and delicate as a lily could not understand the evil that we experience and/or commit every day. This world of blood and sin is from where I come. It is not, however, where I am going. Let us begin our pilgrimage to the Celestial City. It is not as far as it may seem. |