Breadcrumbs

A hurting world crying out

of calamity and good.

Life’s lamentations.

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.

Standing strong.

Fighting the fight.

Warrior aching, yet choosing to trust in the battle’s cry.