Teetering on the Edge

The world has gone mad.

Mad as in insane, out of its mind.

Mad as in a red-hot rage.

Horrible vitriol pours out

From distorted faces,

Teeth bared and eyes ablaze.

Words are hurled like spears.

They sear our ears.

They pierce our souls.

It is impossible to hide,

From the maelstrom,

To find refuge from the whirlwind.

How can we protect our children,

Those who are mentally fragile,

The innocents among us?

Can we turn ourselves around,

Seek common ground,

Calm the stormy waters?

Or are we on the brink of a precipice,

Are we staring into the abyss,

Teetering on disaster’s edge?

Jesus whispers peace.

He is the only answer.

Will anyone believe that?

“When He comes,

Will He find faith

On the earth?”        Luke 18:8