Thought
Blazing fires of reddish hew
Streaking through the grey of sky
Seen by creatures since the dawn
Makes us ponder why we’re born?
Darkest clouds and blackest mood
Some suffering for a lack of food
We, hopeless in our helplessness
While others cry out for the dead
Relief will come as it always does
Like sun rays as they filter through
Replacing and displacing night
With artist’s subtle warmth and light
Prayer
O Lord thank you for the gift of pain and suffering that contrasts with moments of brightness and joy; without these, how can I truly be inspired to look to Thee and feel Thy artistry? Grant me the gift of endurance and that knowledge that dispels darkness.
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