(A reflection on Isaiah 8,
Composed February 28, 2010).
Strolling beside gentle stream
Relaxing grassy banks
Warmth of sunshine overhead
Cricket humming thanks
Peal of thunder jolts the air
Electric tensions blaze
Oppressive clouds furiously race
Sky stained inky haze
Rain pours, pelting face
River rushing flood
Running, seeking higher ground
Plunged into mud
Murky water to the knee
Rising tides wreck
Waist, chest, shoulder deep
Reaching to the neck
Treading water 'neath the rush
Gasping for the air
Darkness below, black above
Dizzy, tumbling scare
No branches lend their aid
Nor smooth shore
No lifeboats or rescuers come
Nor stroke of oar
Weary, losing any strength
Torrential stirring
Merciless rain choking breath
All vision blurring
Aching with no end in sight
Branches entangle
Complete, utter despondency
Suffocate, strangle
Closing in as the blade
Guillotine gleaming
When tapestry torn asunder
Brilliance streaming
Amidst the storm, clouds part
Veil's lifted
Glorious beams of light
Radiance gifted
Stars above, soul below
Heavens illuminate
Resplendent hope arrayed
Never comes too late
Reflecting off the very waters
That would drown
Now become heaven's mirror
Everlasting renown
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