To Whom Shall We Go?
Of sin I am sorrowed and weary
In the darkness of death enshrouded
The cloud of chaos in its descent
Brings light and laughter to silence
While fear and confusion hold sway
And truth is distorted and frayed.
The hands of hatred take hold
As the simpering vicissitudes drown out
The words of the One who alone
Speaks life and love to the lost
Whose Blood with its burning may cleanse
And whose Body once broken may satisfy
The wounds of our weeping bitter tears
Our hearts now healed of all hurt.
To Him and for Him we turn
Alone whose life is our hope
Who to ignore is to kneel eternal
To the shadow that in sorrow delights
And in destruction and despair rejoices.
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Kaleb Hammond is a senior pursuing a B.A. in English and Theology at Holy Apostles College & Seminary. Kaleb is a convert to the Faith and grew up in the rural foothills of the north Georgia mountains but now lives just north of Indianapolis. He is a writer for Missio Dei, contributing to their new book, "The Eucharistic Revival Project," and has been published with Homiletic & Pastoral Review. He enjoys baseball, cooking, reading and spending time with his family.
