Ghostly apparitions hover over burnt orange grasses
Gray skies accentuated with billowed clouds
Gone is a sun playing more hide than seek
Trenches of tears streak down a windshield
Blurring the lines of reality and make-believe
Still a glimmer of hope where faith only sees.
Darkness invades where light should be
Haunting a soul filled of sorrow and grief
Road curves and twists through the screams.
So many see only what they want to
Asking, “Where is God?” around them
Can’t, or, won’t see the forest for the trees
Becomes the loneliest place to be
Like a poet in the midst of a dream
Looking for the song in the melody.
The Son never ever disappeared
Trust that He really, truly is there
Even when the foggiest of nights appear
Dreariest of days fill the pillow with tears.
One day the mask will be removed
Clear skies will once more bloom
And the haze that shadowed the land
Will transform in a most vibrant hue.