That We Might Join God's Love for the Unreached
O dark and far
Where millions sleep,
And blind am I,
And deaf I turn my hearing ears tonight
Against their nightmare wailings in the sky.
Our light has dawned, and climbed...
And fades; but theirs is night that will not break.
God has heard them; now I
Will hear from him their whispered hope for light;
Then wakes my sight.
The endless joy of His most ancient plan
To dawn His light on every sleeping land
Consumes my heart, my mind, my hands--
So I pray--prayer knows no distance,
But all delight.
Note to My Readers: from mid-June to mid-August (6/18 - 8/20), I will be taking a summer break from posting new articles for my Thursday and Friday slots. This will only affect my Thursday series on the global growth of Christianity, and my Friday series, the "Theological Bestiary" of birds, both of which will resume in late August. During the summer, I'll be dusting off some of my best essays from the first few years of this blog (a decade ago), as well as my verse play "Thus Ends the World," and re-posting them in the Thursday and Friday slots. All other weekdays will continue to feature new material throughout the summer.