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Our Savior, through it all, the holy light for us - a poem. |
| As turbulent times renew their cycle, This provocation exceeds Any human presence Of clairvoyant catastrophe... Our angelic natures persist Under these extremes, This callous excess With moral uncertainty... A prayerful light aims Supremely skyward, Advancing the notion Of forgiveness And much needed mercy. The Noblest Being, With absolute authority, Conceives of a design And abolishes the fruitless turmoil. For He is the Holy Father, The creator of the universe and all things A resounding gift-giver, And the eternal sunshine Of humanity During harrowing, darkened times. |