How Can We


How can we
Withstand
The chaos

The unravelling of
Sanity
Values
Order

Some days it feels that
We are so broken
We can never be healed

And still
In this violent
Confusing
Aching world

You send your Spirit
Tongues of flame
To remind us

That however alone
Distressed
Abandoned
We may feel
You are with us

Hold on to Hope

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I saw the moon setting
As I drove to work
Early this morning.

It hung over the horizon,
Round and orange,
Its beauty suspended
Over the blackness of trees
The shadows of houses.

The full moon
Reminds me that life goes on
Even in the midst
Of chaos, of grief,
Of confusion or hopelessness.

Hold on to hope, to beauty,
To love, to the assurance
That no matter what we face,
God is there beside us, saying,
“You are my beloved.”

 
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