With
tears and prayer we search for bread to satisfy our hunger; We put
our house in order, and wait for death to take us.
And
as we mourn, we turn more inward, unable to see our brother's pain; we
pick our heads of grain, and judge those others who fain to follow
our example.
Forgetting
the truth that this life is folly and true life is lived only when
turned toward others, we scrape at the mortar of mercy and stones of
salvation that rise up to greet us and all of creation.
We violate the Sabbath of God's renewal
by clinging to censures and rules that stunt the progress of Grace.
We sacrifice our saintliness instead of
our sins, and so make for ourselves tent-like facades that fold with
the lightest of breezes.
But if all our hope should one day rest
on the Son of Man, Who offers us aid for our fears; He'll feed us
with bread of the finest of Wheat;
and give us the strength to be those
who stand, With the grandeur of friends in the midst of their Lord
who has wiped all their tears and heard every prayer.
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