It hurts in my sinew
My sinew, I say!
The nightmare of night
That has dampened each day

Our terror-filled teens
Our men thrown elsewhere
Our women, wild-eyed
Our babies…none care

The response of my cells
Serves to insulate me
Indignant indifference
Where went my empathy?

I think that I know
When will I know I don’t?
If I stay echo-chambered
Then the fact is, I won’t

When God has equipped
When Jesus has taught
When the Spirit has led
We cannot fail to walk

How do I cleanse it
That place I don’t touch
That place, too, is mine
I must treat it as such

As light pulled from dark
By our Maker’s hand
When we act as we pray
We join Him where He stands

I shan’t become numb
To the crimes that I see
Today, against “them”
And tomorrow…me

Original Thought Credit: Genesis 1:4 “God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.”