Aiming for the top,
Reaching for the stars,
Bold as we go,
As if made of gold.

Among the points to be made
And the ones we make,
There are lines, some crossed,
And principles, some cradled.

Things change on the way,
They mix and get muddled.
There are many twists,
Both angles and curves.

Darkness creeping in,
Tit for tat, or so,
But Light battles back,
As only it can.

An impasse, stalemate,
Or so it appears.
Seeking what is good,
Searching for justice.

Remember, recall?
Many kinds and ways,
People. One story,
We share God’s Glory.

Lord, show us your mercy and grant us your salvation. – Psalm 85:8