Without Circuses
Light
in dark corners.
Fresh air
in the night.
Prayer in the morning.
Before it starts.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Hope in.
Fear and lies out.
The enemy is not the only one
persistent. Insistent.
Your God is stronger,
even in his silence.
Without circuses. Without fire and brimstone,
he lives, there
in the quiet moments
we allow, we claim, we embrace.
About this poem
A thousand small things a day to offset the dark noise of our world.
Tom
Quarry House 
I love the aura or feeling this poem creates, and I feel the last lines tie it together nicely. I love the idea that we have to “allow,” “claim,” and “embrace” those small, meaningful moments.