What is a star really,

But fire?

And what is fire really,

But light?

How inspiring it is to be able to say

That we must search for light on our darkest days

“When it rains look for rainbows

When it’s dark look for stars”

Injecting hope into our deepest suffering

With such an aesthetic phrase

Plastered on our timelines in a pleasing font

We must keep faith that the darkness will end

But does God hear our prayers

For the babies buried in rubble

When we put their brothers and sisters in cages?

In our dress clothes on Sunday

Jesus tells us exactly what to do

But the place where we pray then locks its doors

And the undesirables will never be allowed to enter

We tithe with dirty money

Trickled down from Herod’s incarnations

Half-heartedly muttering thoughts and prayers, amen

For the children in a city that we are relieved is not our own

But could be

We cling to hope of better days ahead

And search for the light in the darkness

But we forget that light is just fire

And fire also burns in hell

When that pinprick of light bursts open

And the savior is at our doorstep

The darkness around us will be illuminated

And we will see what we have done in our despair

Hell must be a very honest place