Cracked open good, this needed break.
At first, we run but can’t escape.
Beautiful truth pours down like light
filters through clouds, brings clear sight.
Heaven breaks through sky to the earth,
a slow, steady illumination…
I was wrong!
I could not see… until God in His goodness
washed over me.
Beyond the rage, and hate- outside the cage,
I contemplate the ways unseen of a different fate-
questions with answers that won’t abate,
Lord, help me listen…
Can we yet rise, can we yet hope?
Can we not see beyond our limited scope?
Beyond the branches of trees, and storming skies,
Can we not even hope to fly
though our wings are tattered, broken, bent-
through prayers, tears, and our laments?
Let us with our raised eyes, stop seeking out more alibis,
but open our hands, hearts, and minds
to receive those with wounds
that we must bind-
and we as those with wounds to bind.
