They say that these are dark days
And that seems true to fools like me.
But until now
I had never seen such darkness,
For it cannot be seen,
Or so it would seem.
But now I know that's a lie.
Just like the quip
That, if you've done no wrong,
You have nothing to worry about.
Tell that to the children of Nagasaki,
And outline its logic to the women of Sinjar.
Then, as you turn away from the face of Christ,
Consider the reasons He suffered.
Remember, one man was perfect,
And look what they did to Him.
So, stare into the darkness again.
Is it not wonderful?
Lawrence liked the desert
Because it was clean.
I am growing accustomed to the darkness
Because it can't be seen.