All around
All around
All around
cause for despair
to any who look
Children in
danger
grave danger
grave . . .
The winds
tearing at
the roots and
rocks
Seeds of terror
sown shrapnel
forced beneath
the skin of
innocence
We must not
turn away
from such
seeing
from such
horror
from such
despair
But we must not
stop with such seeing.
We must look deeper
beyond the bleak
beyond the despair
beyond the overwhelming dark.
Deep into the core
and there
see what is
also real.
The root of hope.
now and always
with us
and who has a
first name.
“You shall call his name . . .
Jesus.“
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