When we feel most deserted by the Divinity we crave, that is when we must cry out to Him in earnest.
Upon the Altar
By David Crerand
Where does the wind go when it whistles ‘round a corner,
Where does the sun’s spark lie dormant ‘til day break,
Where do all the love songs grow cold and wither,
They’re all shattered on the altar of human heartache.
Why must we leave the children crying in the darkness,
Why must we lay our loved one’s in oh so cold ground,
Why must we strip each other’s souls naked,
We are all shattered on the altar of humanity found.
Who stares back from the mirror whose glass is broken,
Who staggers down the path filled with embers glowing red,
Who whispers in the hallways of minds so softly twisted,
I stand humbly shattered on the altar of the dead.
Who shall I cry out to,
The throne appears quite empty,
Who shall tend the garden,
Now the weeds are all growing free,
Who shall save the offspring
On the ground ‘neath the serpent’s tree.
Rise up and curse the malignant retched darkness
Rise up and bask in the white heat of eternal flame
Rise up you children whose hope was near depleted
Clasp hands, become unshattered on the altar of His reign.
I would like to believe that anyone’s struggles are worthy of God’s love and redemption. This piece is personally passionate and confessional 
The Altar for me is the connection between individuals and Christ..you have weaved the threads of this poem into a rich tapestry depicting humanity’s dependence on God..their struggles to be reconciled to God in Christ..and their struggles to purify themselves of all earthly vanity and affliction.
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