A hurting world crying out
of calamity and good.
Struggling to find breadcrumbs along the way.
Seeking signs thought once miraculous…
now mere morsels.
Something to chew on for fodder
to absorb the elements
to yet believe.
Finding amongst us the myriad of the colors of life.
No longer ashen.
Attempting to reflect our Maker’s light,
a splash of prism rainbows.
Seeking hard to understand what may never be…
this side of eternity.
Knowing the all consuming Love of the Father
will restore what has been broken.
Fighting the fight.
Warrior aching, yet choosing to trust in the battle’s cry.