The mute lamb Bleeds-gives-gives For each breathing body Scattered, united. Ancient words Harmonize hearts Compel trust, press pupils To tenderly touch truth. Fuzzy shadows witness The dimming hope— Hot glowing candles Die without a weep— silently The gray smoke rises, Floats, without pity; Every soul needy, weak. We bemoan our failure To give Love praise. Slowly darkness swallows. And light expands despite Our reckless ways. We lament the suffering we all too well make. In time, we submit To the Holy Mystery— Love’s great reign Over salvation history.
