“In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you remain.”
(Psalm 102:25-26)
Human neediness is too much
for mere mortal beings. Our best
can never be good enough. Yet hope
beckons, a bright ray amid
swirling terrors inside and out.
Oh, but for what can I hope?
Alternately, I bleed
and freeze and drown daily.
Dear God, reveal clearer,
cleaner air where You —
Yourself — bear
your crying children.
Amen
What are your thoughts?