Today I doubt, today I cry
I look for answers I can’t find
I ask why is this suffering – why
Do we just fall further behind
Tomorrow I will try again
Tomorrow could be better, sure
I believe we still will win
All we can do now is endure
I cry for help, to see, to know
The answers to show us the way
To set us free from this great foe
Break through the night to light of day
Sunset streaking bright across the sky
A Midwestern show of Northern lights
A Master Painter’s canvas hung so high
Iridescent colors flung like kites
A backdrop of the richest purple hue
Blending upward to a royal blue
In contrast to the flaming yellow glow
At the horizon that in upward flow
Alights on layered clouds in dark repose
Transforming into fuchsia, ruby, rose
And shines up to illuminate still higher
Great arcs of orange fluorescent fire
In minutes this dramatic show will fade
To engulf the sky in night and shade
But still the Artist paints it at this hour
To remind us of His love and power
Stop – pause in this moment
You can let reality be real
Acknowledge your feelings
Know truth apart from how you feel
Breathe – release the tension
You can stop holding on so hard
Relax into safety
Give room to heal the bruised and scarred
Hear – tune into the present
You can listen for what is true
Let thoughts and feelings fade
Understand life from this new view
Care – hold onto your world
You can love yourself always
Connect, bond to others
Live where good can fill the days
Perfect gifts from above
Good and freely given love
Open hearts, we receive
Through the faith that we believe
Evil acts, greedy hands
All throughout the world stands
We are truth, we are light
Giving hope, goodness, and right
Cars circling round and round
For the best space to be found
Counting minutes once they park
Out come faces pale and dark
Hurry with a bag of books
Giving others sideways looks
Stoic buildings staring on
Until every student’s gone
Into the doors to find pale rooms
Where they’ll sit through boring dooms
To learn or just watch a show
Of lecturers who think they know
The answers but don’t have a clue
Of what real teachers would do
But these students won’t give in
Until their new knowledge they win
Though they are battered, worn, and pale
They’re determined to prevail
The water, dark from midnight sleep
Now mirrors lines of radiant glow
From morning clouds of brilliant gold
That with the rising sun’s rays flow
While jeweled rocks and lapping waves
Clad in magnificent attire
The ever-widening path of glass
On which advances the ball of fire
