When the Light Darkens
When life seems good and full of light
How can its days turn into night?
But when it does there is no doubt
That inwardly our souls cry out
And when our settled way of life
Is menaced by the sounds of strife
When scenes of carnage assail our eyes
And loud the shrieks of panic rise
What has gone wrong, who can we blame?
Why can’t our path remain the same?
A life of praise for all its joy
No longer does our heart employ
We agonise o’er words and deeds
O’er failure to confront the needs
That might this tragedy divert
And so our sorrow thus avert
But in this time of sad reflection
No nostrum found for disaffection
And only sadness is in sight
No early hope redeems the night
Thus we must journey on our way
No cure for pain our fears allay
Our only hope that time might ease
And thus restore our world to peace
Beautifully expressed, Ken. To most of us Paris is a city of love, romance and history. At the weekend it was attacked and scarred by folk who have no sense of love or romance. History will judge them.
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