· Sometimes sorrow breaks into our life
Like a storm after a holiday,
Tossing our dreams about
In its terrible winds,
It crashes our castles
And levels our lives.
“Where is God in all of this?” we ask.
We call to the corners of heaven
Hoping to hear an answer.
Stillness is all.
We wrestle and doubt,
Wondering if we were wrong.
How can we continue to hope?
What powers move beyond the universe
We cannot know:
Worlds not seen by
the human eye.
Creatures beyond imagination may exist
In this cosmic conflict, dimensions won and lost.
We are but a speck of pollen
On the wings of an eagle,
But we are carried as careful as diamonds.
