7-29 In Dark Times

This emerged years ago as I led a bereavement group at Daymark.


In Dark Times


In dark times

the ways of God are inscrutable—

river flooding lives away, his malignancy,

her cold-case jaw found by a hiker—

becomes personal chronicle.


In dark times

did God plan such pitiless rendezvous?

A toss of cosmic dice that lands

snake-eyes up, so faith

is brutally bruised?

God doesn’t play dice.


In dark times

hope looks discarded,

and God feels distant as

Day Star’s dimmest plea

that afternoon.


In dark times

when His light seems to stop,

His sacred heart—

through loyal saints, family,

friends and Spirit—rubs salve








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