How fragile are these mortal threads that bind us to one another,
friends and family.
That water would be stronger than choices made,
that blood would be thicker than trouble.
But these silken filaments made strong in adversity from without
can easily be stretched and broken in
when connection is taken for granted and
peace becomes an excuse for not facing the giants in the room.
In the fog of moral confusion,
in the grey of doubt and fear,
when truth feels more like myth,
assaulted by a pressing world with a million reasons not to believe,
I hope in the promises and
let God’s light pierce the swirling darkness.
I will not be faithless.
Praying 2022 is better than 2020 and 2021 and covid retreats to be just an historical blip!
Notice the difference!