A Time Such as This
The wind whispers through locked doors
We are the dust collecting
We are coloring outside lines,
drawing circles around language,
language that has seen,
but has not believed.
We speak of earthly things
We speak the words of God
We are losing what we thought we knew
But we will collect the fragments
and nothing will be wasted.
The sea has been stirred up
The sky has already grown dark
But we belong to these days
We have been born for a time
such as this.
Peace be with you
and
Do not be afraid.
Brenda Wildrick
April 2023
