By Frederick Blanchard
Take refuge in the cradle of God’s mercy,
For the world’s issues, are veins carrying stress,
Meant to bring on the sadness of defeatism,
A feeling of overwhelming woe and distress.
Yet in the midst of today’s chaotic storms,
Believers find the comforting peace of heaven,
Like a babe that’s cuddled to its mother’s breast,
A tranquil sense is granted them by grace’s levitation.