Lampstands

We in are in a time of darkness, A season of sorrow and regret. Like a great fish caught in a current Rife with unexpected, opposing tides. All are tossed ever farther from lives all hoped to access. Striving against this typhoon of violence Perhaps our hope is bereft? As this devouring night surrounds, No egress to safely accessed. Losing strength, all fight this unyielding tide. Vainly seeking the shore. Loss and grief are everywhere With no light, they can find no haven. They are lost within this black storm. My Bride I have chosen you to be guideposts Given a specific task to play. In one hand hold high the gracious lamp Filled with Holy Oil stored for this day. Climb high upon the rocks Light the wicks to combat war’s fray. Now the Holy One commands the light stands to light! Making the darkness fall away. The path is narrow, the way is hard “Bride of Christ, light your lamps Save all that you can on this – The End of Days!” God’s promises are everlasting Christ commanded us to not lose even one. So, My Chosen, light the lanterns, the Bridegroom’s feast awaits.