July 31, 2020

My Journey to God

The Volcano

A volcano erupts when the land is torn
At a level so deep as to not be seen.
On unsuspecting land, lava tears are borne,
Changing a hillside once vibrant and green
To an unfamiliar landscape of fallen trees and charred sod.

But sit for some time with the desolate land.
Hope will cautiously lift the darkened veil
And with verdant tendril reach for your hand.
The land is changed—scars tell the tale—
But life and joy are shaped anew by the healing hand of God.

By Natalie Hoefer

(Natalie Hoefer is a member of St. Monica Parish in Indianapolis and is a reporter for The Criterion.)

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