a shadow frightened the crowd 

as you set your hands to guard your face

and ward off sounds tapping in your brain

see their cry is for you Lord always for you

and it breaks forth from the stillest voice

from bodies at once dead yet breathing

hoping for a big ear that hears

and patience to live long enough to see

vengence and love yes vengence and love

while the shadows of fate hang loosely overhead

ready to drop like a net gathering the dead

yet hope ekes through the tears steadily falling

from failed tears and mouths ever crying 

cries eating at my nerves grating them to movement

to dance midst tears on which they slide

as i grab their cries and cry awaiting your coming

*Thoughts of Frederick Buechner:

-We have it in us to be Christ to each other and maybe in some unimaginable way to God too - that's what we have to tell finally. We have it in us to work miracles of love and healing as well as to have them worked upon us.  We have it in us to bless with him and forgive with him and heal with him and once in a while maybe even to grieve with some measure of his rejoicing at another's joy as if it were our own. And who knows but that in the end, by God's mercy, the two stories will converge for good and all, and though we would never have had the courage or faith or the wit to die for him any more than we have ever managed to live for him very well either, his story will come true in us at last.  And in the meantime, this side of Paradise, it is our business (not, like so many, peddlers of God's word but as men and women of sincerity) to speak with our hearts (which is what sincerity means) and to bear witness to, and live out of, and live toward, and live by, the true word of his holy story as it seeks to stammer itself forth through the holy stories of us all.

-The world speaks of holy things in the only language it knows, which is a worldly language.