Right here
Right now
Even in the chaos
Even through the conflict Love is a calm wind
From God
Breathed out
Sweeping through the crevices
Sowing in the barrenness a garden

I know some have said 'God is dead'
But is that the word that still resounds?
We don't claim a little seed is lost
When it's rising underground

It's still a sacred scroll even with pages torn
It's still a blooming rose even when crowned with thorns
It's still a masterpiece even with fraying strands
It's still the touch of God even through calloused hands

Is faith just a sigh that we heave in resistance?
The cry of a soul in a soulless existence?
Is hope just an opioid dulling the sadness?
And heaven a dream we construct in our madness?
Oh the thundrings of Marx and the lightnings of Freud!
The hurricane winds Nietzsche hurled in the void!
But I've heard not a word through their stormy defiance
Like the whisper of God that I hear in the silence

Amen
Amen
Amen
The Kingdom of Heaven come down
Rising in the hearts of small men