Prophets promise peace and prosperity,
kingdom secure for all generations:
they lie, of course, or are deceived by God—
no peace then, nor now, nor ever, amen.
Today’s wars kill our children, bloody earth
and still we stumble on, seeking prophets
or angels or God, someone to believe,
some balm for our wounds, some peace in our time.
Stubborn hope perseveres, beyond reason,
beyond logic, kept alive by heroes,
dreamers, poets, loving in the darkness.
We hold hope and a memory of love
enduring past all reason and through time.
In darkest winter, we must be the light.
Reflections on:
2 Samuel 7:1-11, 16
Psalm 89:1-4, 19-26
Luke 1:26-38
John 1:5
Fragments is written by Mary Turck, who lives and writes in St. Paul, Minnesota.
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