The veneer is wearing off,
false bravado is unravelling,
the effect of this lie is taking its toll.
It’s in the lacklustre eyes,
the downcast heads in the streets,
the silent, oh so silent Friday nights.
Close friends have lost loved ones,
to ventilators and heart attacks,
suicides and overdoses,
I now know the owner of the business
that was forced to close,
the folks down the road who’ve lost their home.
The world is crying,
I hear the desperate prayers
late into these darkest of nights,
my soul is crying out
to the heavens,
‘Make this stop,
this sadness is too deep,
too intense, too much to endure.’
I ask, ‘Give me the tolerance,
the understanding, the love,
the kindness, the faith,
to lift myself into stillness
to find my tribe, so we may share
the peace and joy
in the creation
of our dreams.’
Help us remember that it is not forever and God still wins in the end.
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