pained

A Lament

A Lament

by Patrique Harris, Youth Ministry Director




I can’t help but be mad

Weary, diseased, changed, pained

Ugly news illuminates

Crooked earth I can’t understand

Scared children, practicing panic

Unhoused, where to chill?

Young and promising, gone too soon

Passion once resided, evicted by gloom

Need more funds, what else will I lose?

Words like daggers taking aim

Fists clamor in oblivious outrage

Try again later, too little, too late

Another roadblock, which way do I take?

They say hang in there

The shot, loud and abrupt

Anxiety struck hope 

Depression conspiring

Numb

Almighty God, I must entrust

Relieve, this apparent rut

Your goodness present 

Miraculous the mundane

Aroma ferocious wind can’t negate

So, on this turbulent flight, I wait

Tapped on the shoulder, who could it be?

The window shade, I am prompted

In obedience I raise

Piercing light, a glimpse of grace.


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