In the mist of great darkness,
and
brothers at war.
In the presence
of violence
and weakness,
as malice knocks on the door.
A child’s face
anointed
with a tear,
A mother’s heart
pierced
with pain.
Prayers fall
unto
false ears –
Who answers the blood of Cain?
Our clearest
oceans
turn read,
our deepest
convictions
conceive hate.
Our faith
cast out
and
dead,
imprisoned
within the darkness
we create.
In the silence of our sadness
we hear.
In the abyss of our hopelessness
we hear;
“Let there be light
and there was light.”