Sometimes even love
Is required to stand
Alone. Faith, shining in the eyes
Has more power
Than billowing flames
That mushroom in a final dusk.
So, which way will you burn--
A single candle, flickering from that corner, or
The upteenth shadow
Seared into a wall?
The purpose was, for God's children
To kneel in simple grace
Safe beneath Provision's boughs
The roots of redemption wrapping
Every rotten bone:
But rebellious minds still blaze,
Arrogance called to ashes: oh--
Such silly little stars,
Careening in the empty darkness,
Grieving the holy Spark.
Yet, it is the Father's joy
To shield the lovely humble
In the shadow of fluttering grace: that mercy!
(The peace that the world can't understand.)
--Abby Elizabeth Charland
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
--Psalm 57:1
