The end is coming.
Darkness lies on the earth,
our batteries run down,
gas gauge in the empty zone,
printer flashing “low ink.”
The longest night draws near.
The news is unreadable.
We turn off the television,
or change the channel,
tune the radio to music.
The candles burn lower.
At the end of the wick,
we pray for fuel,
to be Your change in the world.
Burn in us, O Love!
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Martha, In reading some of your posts and scanning, even more, I see and hear a person who sounds like a Blessing to the World at large. Thank you.
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Thank you for your kind words. Merry Christmas to you.
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Amen.
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