this stubborn hope I have,
insisting on making its way
against all the contrary evidence,
all the news of brutal pain,
of anger and pointless violence.
the flow of pictures and stories
sweeps around me,
out toward the dark and distant water,
far from the shore.
Fear is a rip tide,
a strong current that carries away
and leaves the faithful heart
exhausted by the effort to believe
in the face of so much sorrow.
But I will not,
we will not,
cease to rise above the waves
or fail to take the hand of the One who has come
to bring us all to firm ground again.