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 always it 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; without it how can I truly feel Your artistry. May every being have the knowledge that dispels darkness.
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