The Beauty of God’s Love – Tatah Allen Laika
The storm rattles the roots of our designs.
Like Peter, on bended knees, we look to Him
Who slumbers through the angry storm.
In our zest to be one with God,
Our daily wounds drag down our pace,
The fog of pains blankets our sight,
we become unsighted— like Bartimeus
But the walls of the world can’t block our cries;
Our fates when swamped in faith,
beams like the Paschal Candle
Faith is the Ambo of God’s Church
A madness that defies logic, and
A mirror of our trust in God.
A trust that burns when doubt drools down in glee
And floods everywhere.
Faith is the Cross and crown of our creed
And a pass through the pearly gates of heaven,
Nuturing our union with God, whose love
Sleeps in the mystery of faith.