The Storm
Wednesday, January 27, 2010 at 10:27PM The storm it rolls in fast before me;
Darkness comes without a warning.
Sometimes darkness brings relief,
But other times the dark brings mourning.
The clouds they cover all that shines,
The rain pours like these tears of mine-
Neverending like my grief;
I wonder at His strange design.
Mysterious love beyond my sight
Promises after darkness light,
But now it is so hard to look for
Morning which will follow night.
Sorrow fills me and I wait.
I trust that He will not forsake
His daughter as those tears do pour
While storm around and in does quake.
I'll watch for clouds to part again,
For surely there will be an end
To darkness, sorrow, tears, and death,
Though we may cry out,"Savior, when?"
One day we'll hear the thunder roll
And the trumpets' noise will call
The One who gives and takes our breath,
In victory o'er His enemies all!
In this I put my hope in full
When downwards I can feel the pull
Of all the loss that weighs me down
Until the senses become dull.
I think of my own Father's Son-
The beautiful and glorious One
Who for me once wore rugged crown,
But now is brighter than the sun.
The clouds begin to fade above
As I remember He is love,
And though I may not understand,
I want to, yes, I'll trust His plan.
(My mom's friend's husband is gone from her now. They'll see one another again one day.)
Reader Comments (5)
Sorry for your loss. That was a lovely poem.
I just feel her sadness. Even though I can't imagine it.
I am so sorry love. The poem is simply beautiful and I hope that last part is truly where you can find solace. I know you will be there for his wife and your family. sending love to you.
I'm so sorry. How very sad. I love the poem. The last stanza especially.
I thank everyone who remembered this family in their prayers...my mom's friend is truly an amazing woman. She'll be needing more prayer, I'm sure.