Theres a rising tide of skepticism.
Orthodoxy is a lonely island, whose shore line recedes.
What answers can quench the onslaught of doubt.
Poverty grips your creation.
Nature swallows us whole.
Uncertainty rejects the wavering.
Fortune only finds a few.
The Earth groans in agony.
We wait eagerly for your return.
In the meantime help us to answer, to feed, to heal, and most of all to love.
In your name, Amen