Why oh God are you not here?

 

Light of the world

Swing down on wings of white love

And

Gather me up from this dust heap

 

Carry my self –

Body and soul

To the realm of glorious praise

Where light is unfading and

Life is the ever-present

 

Where is life in this cracked earth?

 

Who lives here – all walk with

Dead eyes

Dead lips

Dead words

Dripping from a cavernous maw

 

Would that I could tear the tongue

From the emptiness that screams around us all

 

Still – I am not alone

The world continues despite itself

As we work, walk, sweat and creep along

Against all the odds

 

You softly speak to me –

 

– grace –

 

It sears itself into my heart

Burning bonds –

Chains wrapped tightly

So heavy

 

Burned away

 

Some how (grace)

Some way (grace)

Some one (grace)

 

And the world is still a lost place

But now instead of being among the lost

 

I am a polished mirror

Reflecting pure light

 

And the darkness flees in fear

Not all my hours are as bright –

 

This mirror needs cleaning

 

Light of the world descend

Clean this broken glass

Darkened by relentless scratching claws

 

Come forth and scorch the world in life

So we can watch the newness spring forth

And become a billion polished lamps

Blinding the deep and deafening forever

 

With our cries of…

 

HALLELUJAH!

 

And the broken shall be mended in the end…