Listening to the news grieves this heart.
Voices cry warnings of a storm brewing
somewhere, every day, every moment.I want to turn away from it all,
cover my ears, bury my head in the sand,
still storm clouds rise on the far horizon.With diligence I stay alert listening to the
thunder of lies, watching for lightning bolts of anger,
each a sign of the growing storms of hatred.Oh, to wake from this nightmare, to discover
instead, a sunlight of love rising on the horizon,
offering us the gift hope. This is my prayer!ms