Where's the comfort?

This morning my daughter went downtown to join the witness that Black Lives Matter.  I went to church and added my prayers for all the people.  We sang Comfort, Comfort,Ye My People. The comfort often seems to be hiding in the wilderness.  I pray for inroads in that wilderness.

Where’s the comfort?

My people

Where is it?

All my people

All of us

Every single one

This second blue Sunday

Where’s the comfort?

The voice of one crying:

Where’s the comfort?

The voices of many

Weeping:

Where’s the comfort?

Prepare the way

In the wilderness

Prepare the ways

In the wilderness.

I’m sure

There is more than one.

Where’s the comfort?

This second blue Sunday

I know it is somewhere

Yet to be found.