Lying in Wait

God of the liturgy,
same, still, light my way to you.

If all things point to the holy mystery,
do you watch in horror, saddened
and surrendered by the hope
fragile, bleeding, wounded,
conscience stinging, depth
of fury, unleashed privilege,
fear of monsters in the dark?

We are fighting nighttime overtaking,
late day sun,
God of fire and flame
that threatens and burns,
show your face of love.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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