The fig tree does not blossom
yet the pine remains faithfully green.
The vine wanders aimlessly without bearing fruit
yet the stream still runs to the ocean.
The sun hides its face behind storming clouds
yet an infant still smiles on his mother’s lap.
Justice roams the streets, cast out by the powerful
yet her voice echoes in the throats of the youth.
The tendrils of war grow like weeds in fallow fields
yet the hand of one friend still finds the hand of another.
Division and cynicism make the best headlines
yet I hold out hope for I set my eyes on the LORD.
(on Habakkuk 3:17-18)
Wow. Powerful, prayer. Profound words and thoughts. Thanks , Rachel!
Thank you, Dawn!
Lord, give me eyes to see with the spirit to balance everything I see in the news. Amen
Amen.