Faith
My Bible is filled with miracles:
Dusty bones revived with a breath
Sight for the blind,
Lazarus unbound.
Signs of a God for whom nothing is impossible.
But where is the hem of the garment for me to touch?
I say my prayers each night for peace.
As each day brings fresh news of suffering
I don’t mean to be ungrateful…
There’s so much I’m thankful for.
And yet, Lent seems so long,
What purposes are served by war and pain?
Like Job, I cannot grasp the whirlwind,
Seeking scripture, finding only words.
Faith is in my head, but not my heart.
The great “I am” seems like a great “I was”
I need to feel God’s promise brought to life,
To know his love beyond the printed page,
To burn my fingers in the Easter fire.
– Melanie Kyer
March 25, 2026