The days stretch on, a never-ending stream
Of hopes and fears and shattered dreams

The daily sacrifice, once pure and bright
Now lies in ashes, a pitiful sight

The abomination, a desolate thing
Brings destruction on its scorching wings

A curse upon the land, a blight on the soul
A wound that refuses to be made whole

But in the midst of darkness, there is hope
For those who wait, who learn to cope

With trials and tribulations, they endure
Their faith in God, unshaken and sure

Blessed are they who hold on tight
Through the long and endless night

For when the end finally comes
They will rise to their allotted sums

Rest will come, sweet and serene
No more tears, no more pain, no more mean

And in that place, they will receive
Their inheritance, and they will believe

That all along, God was by their side
Guiding them, protecting them, as they ride

The waves of life, and now they rest
In His arms, eternally blessed.

May 10, 2023
MarkWaldrop