I can’t write right now, in this bleak time,
When so many are unhelped and dying.
While we watch as the world will-falls to shit,
Can I believe God’s got an offering?
What if I did and suddenly He came,
Holding everything I’ve ever dreamed of
Reaching it forward, and without blame,
Watching me take it and fill all with love.
Would I even know what to do with it,
Or what I have always wanted to ask?
Or would I just stare into space and sit
Burdened with a new delightful task?
I can only ask for things and wonder
What God could or will do in His own time,
When Red One’s powers no longer plunder
And the world christens itself into rhyme.