Day and night I have only tears for food, while my enemies continually taunt me, saying, “Where is this God of yours?”
Psalm 42:3
“For all these things I weep; tears flow down my cheeks. No one is here to comfort me; any who might encourage me are far away. My children have no future, for the enemy has conquered us.”
Lamentations 1:16
But all this is only the first of the birth pains, with more to come.
How terrible it will be for pregnant women and for nursing mothers in those days.
Matthew 24:8, 19
Aidan stands.
His head is
close to the
heart of the
cross.
His eyes,
far-seeing,
scan the
horizon,
the joyous
venturing
of little boats.
A torch burns
clearly in his
grasp, a
faithful challenge
in his generation,
meeting,
listening,
heart-connecting.
In his shadow
is a place I covet,
a challenge
in a present time
and confluence of cultures.
Aidan, let me lie down in your shadow.
While I live may I be the shadow of
a Rock in a weary land, a shelter
from the heat.