"because iniquity shall abound,"
"the love of many will grow cold."
the statement repeats itself in my thoughts,
again and again
until i pay attention
and ponder it.
because iniquity abounds,
the love of many grows cold.
and within my soul an alarm goes off--
a flashing red light in the darkness,
an air-raid siren increasing the urgency.
i am warned.
the natural tendency of the many,
probably of all,
is to grow cold and loveless
as waves of betrayal and violence wash over us.
and i see,
then more and more clearly,
how the wrongs
against those i love,
against my acquaintances,
against people i only hear about through the news media--
oh, all of these betrayals and violations,
fill my soul until
"oh, God, have mercy!
ignite my love to white hot fervor!
give me tenderness of heart,
a passion for mercy and justice.
give me stability of heart
to embrace the pain
even when iniquity abounds."
and the loveflame
on the smoldering wick flickers,
bursts into light,
Touched by this Poem that was read on Sunday before communion - Before I take the body of my Lord Before I share his life in bread and wine I recognize the sorry things within These I lay down The words of hope I often ...
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