The world is dark
We stumble and fall
Into a deep pit
There we sit and wait, until
A faint light is seen. . .
The world is sad
We hide and lament
Inside lonely rooms,
There we sit and wait, until
A happy sound is heard. . .
The world is numb
We ignore and withdraw
Within our own cocoons
There we sit and wait, until
The rush of beauty is felt. . .
It is the season of Lenten angst
When the world in darkened hues revealed:
A Global Desert full of want,
A place of fear and hurt.
Inwardly Questioning,
Yet Outwardly Observing
A Discipline of Sacrifice ensues.
For. . .
A life forsaken helps us know
The Grace that gently eases pain.
