UNAWARE OF BROKEN DREAMS

February 26, 1993

Of all the gifts that love can bring
Few exceed the wedding ring;
The circle means eternal life,
And so it means to man and wife.

It seals a dream at last come true
When wed to one and one to you;
A dream that builds our castles tall,
And never sees love's’s flaws at all.

The sunshine comes, but also rain;
There is such bliss, but also pain;
It seems at times that we endure
Just because our love is pure.

But surely all love is not so,
For many rings just come and go!
Good marriages are really few;
Divorce breaks one of every two.

Two broken hearts; a shattered plan;
A quarrel-worn wife; a beaten man;
And often children shedding tears
From burdens far beyond their years.

Excluded where they used to share
Because their 'EX' just night be there.
Days and nights in loneliness;
Their dwelling’s haunt is homelessness.

What has the church to say to this?
Can She in conscience just dismiss
The clarion call to comfort these?
Their souls lift up? Their pain appease?

Car She not be a circle too
Where love is given to all those who
Abandoned by the dream they’d built
Lie pleading on their cot of guilt?

Yes, love is loving like our Lord,
And so the Church can ill afford
To act as though she sometimes seems -
UNAWARE OF BROKEN DREAMS!