The storm predicted was much delayed
Though clouds did threaten, though wind began
Its quiet moaning, tree branches groaning.
We waited, waited – wondering
When heaven’s tensions would bring declension
To weather’s warmth and pleasantness.
When least expected, suddenly
A hurried haste of air and water
Gushed and guttered from the sky.
“It’s like a deluge!” – We take our refuge
‘Neath covered arches, no comfort wanting.
But soon it’s finished, the rain diminished,
The wind decreased, or almost ceased –
The sun appearing.
Now water jewels appear on trees
On branches glinting, our minds imprinting
With dreams of fairy fireflies.
If not for the bird songs
My mind would be lost
With all the changes
With all the strangeness
If not for the fairy fireflies
I would have lost the wonder
My mind torn asunder
I would have gone under
If not for the thunder
I would make the blunder
Of sinking in sadness
Being blind to the gladness
If not for your smile
I would have dwelt a long while
In a pit of despair
Might have torn out my hair
If not for your kindness
I’d live only in blindness
A desert of dryness
So listless and lifeless
If not for God’s comfort
My life would be forfeit
My joy would be dormant
My thoughts tending morbid
O, the greatness of God
Who lifts up the lowly
Who brightens our story
Let us give Him the glory!