[Note: I have tried for YEARS to write a decent poem in iambic pentameter, with no success. Then this one just HAPPENED. There’s no telling how the muse will strike.]
We will go home, we will go home at last.
No crying then, and all our sorrows past.
All will be well, our wounds and traumas done —
The world so bright, like unto twenty suns.
And then we’ll know, yet couldn’t see it here,
That all our troubles, hardships, and our fears,
Were but a flash, a drop in ocean vast —
Were only tests and trials, meant not to last.
And then we’ll see (but didn’t seem so then) —
The suff’ring woe of women and of men
Was worth it all — for what we were to gain,
Outshines, like sun, the candle of our pain.
“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people chosen as his inheritance.” (Psalm 33:12)
“So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed.” (John 8:36)
“…for what has been achieved we give you thanks, for the work that still remains we ask your help…” (from an Independence Day prayer)
For blood that’s been shed,
For many prayers said,
For all the tears cried,
Lord, be by our side.
Forgive all that’s wrong;
Lord, help us be strong.
Celebrate what’s good;
We give You our past;
Only heaven will last.
Go forward again,
Let all divisions mend.
My ancestors had PTSD —
Wow, how unfortunate for me.
My problems could be epigenetic —
Is that why I am so frenetic?
Or is it all familial sin?
Destroying all the peace within?
It could go back to Adam and Eve,
When fruit was eaten from the tree.
The human race has many trials,
But also things that make us smile.
A laugh, a hug, and grateful words
Mitigate what seems absurd.
By grace of God we can have healing;
Eternal life is so appealing.
Consider suff’ring temporary
And keep your eyes on coming glory.
By our sin and suffering,
You sweated blood.
How did you persevere?
Knowing the evil within us,
You still loved us.
You were crucified.
Freely laying down your life,
You took it up again.
Savior of the world,
Jesus my redeemer,
Healer of all wounds,
Strength amidst our weakness,
Defense against our doom.
Breath that brings refreshment,
Song that calms the soul,
Heart that brings forgiveness,
Words that make us whole.
Teaching us Your wisdom,
Holy Spirit’s gift —
Sacrificed all for us,
From hell our souls does lift.
Victor over evil,
Vanquished Satan’s power,
Present in our suffering,
In our darkest hour.
Evil has no power
When you present are.
Help us to remember
Your presence every hour.
I’ll make you a garden,
In which you can tread
On green things that aromas send.
In which you’ll find refreshing shade
Amidst life’s burdens heavy laid.
You’ll see abundant birds and bees,
And squirrels skittering up the trees.
The flowers glorious will be there,
Their fragrance hanging in the air.
The fruits and vegetables will grow —
Might be a few weeds; I don’t know.
There’ll be a bench where you can sit,
And rest your weary bones a bit.
The wind will rustle through your hair;
Accept its presence, if you dare.
You’ll take deep breaths and drink the air —
Finding yourself, you’ll have no care.
Speechless and mute —
Words can’t express —
The depth of Your love’s
Boundless, infinite —
Your love divine —
All place and time
Patient, enduring –
Deep wounds now healing —
Fills all our yearning
The wages of sin —
God’s redemption reins in
Aft’ Adam’s fall
Your mercy cures all
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[On the passing of my friend Martha]
Goodbye, my friend,
Until we meet again.
When sorrow runs its painful course,
There will be joy again.
Goodbye, my friend,
Who bravely bore your pain,
Who wandered earth in brokenness
And still could wear a grin.
Goodbye, my friend,
Sometimes I hardly knew
What went on, inside your mind
Or what you had been through.
Goodbye, my friend —
We didn’t see eye to eye
On many things, but still it seems
In gardens we could smile.
Goodbye, my friend;
We’ll meet again someday.
Your body healed, our friendship sealed,
And love will ever stay.