March 2019

O Lord,

when the tempestuous winds bring waves of violence but no vision of spring;

when the appeal of amusements fade,

then show your face.

When the taste of food grows bitter;

when the throb of apathy cloaks itself in day after day of shadow,

then show your face.

When the work of the hands brings exhaustion but no joy;

when our dust-caked bodies collapse only in sleep,

then show your face.

When the light of your people dims to a flicker;

when the desperate vapidity of the lost drowns out the songs of the saints,

then show your face.

When the shade of night lingers still over the land;

when dawn seems yet a distant hope,

then show your face.