HSP Poem – The Places We Stand

We stand on the edge

at the end of this

there will be no place to hide

no solid doors

no holy wars

no stopping

no stopping this tide

We stand at the brink

watch gathering clouds

and ask when the storm will break

and if it will end

and if at the end

we can count the lives it will take

We stand on this hill

yet the force of our will

may not stop the force of the Fall

and storm clouds collide

and the strength of the tide

overshadows

overshadows us all

And yet, yet we stand

with a strength in a plan

with a hope that pierces the night

for the storm is a grace

if it upsets our pace

to start walking by faith

not by sight