Through the Cracks
Violence cracks our world,
leaves lives black and blue
emptier than when day broke,
leaves lives numb and days grey
Shadows crawl stealthily,
silently blotting the beauty
that our eyes can only see
by the sun’s bright rays
Darkness is like a shroud,
clothing our dying senses
too poisoned to see value
in life or how gaping death is
Hope seems like a dream
in the inky night, intangible,
unreal, a delusive phantom we’re
weary of being told is substance
Faster and swifter, now,
the shadows come, thrusting
our world into the chaos of darkness,
we are unable to feel, unable to heal
Lives are bleeding out,
much faster and swifter, now,
running across thirsty ground,
fracturing families and dividing men
Swifter and faster than
eye can see, light shoots across
the night, like a bullet’s flash—
light dispels darkness in an instant
It comes unexpectedly,
like hope revived, alive and
real to hold to, no longer a ghost,
but now an Anchor for battered souls
Light shines in the night,
and the darkness cannot cover it,
cannot understand, cannot hold out,
so the shadows flee, like paper-thin dreams
Slowly, slowly, now,
men begin to understand, to see,
to apprehend truth—they are set free,
and they begin to heal, begin again to feel
Cracks allow the light
to shine through—lives black
and blue are healed, made new,
as Light and Hope overflow thirsty souls