Dent the Gloom

Dawn breaks bleak from the winter night,

My light barely dents the gloom,

Yet in this cold, dark hopelessness

God’s love begins to bloom.

His love transforms my broken soul,

Transforms me in every way,

So that every bush burns with his glory

And every bird sings his praise.

By M. Lynell Chamberlain

(M. Lynell Chamberlain is a member of St. John Paul II Parish in Sellersburg.) †

The Criterion