My cupboards a mess,
  my sink filled with lye

My stables now empty,
  my well has gone dry

My pastures left fallow,
  my timber all burned

My streams have been fished out,
  and what have I learned

The cupboard can be restocked,
  the sink can be cleaned

A new well can be dug,
  a new colt can be weaned

As the dams are reopened,
  new roe will then spawn

These troubles will pass
  —and my faith will move on

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
     ‘From The Book Of Prayers’