Musings

Here is a wonderful Poem by Dan Lowe, a Junior here at Asbury:

where are the tears of the many masses

for the healing of the broken hearted;

have the cries that will bring walls crashing

passed with the dearly departed?

faint whispers in the land of the living

and echoes floating on a lonely wind

are shadows of hearts that once were giving

more to this life than offerings for sin.

so cries for holiness in a desert land

are muffled by apathetic delight

and masses are left feasting upon sand

left alone in the cold of the deep dark night.