Tears of sorrow ...

Psalm 30:5 

For his anger lasts only a brief moment,
and his good favor restores one’s life.   
One may experience sorrow during the night,
but joy arrives in the morning.

 

Anticipation ... the last breath in the balance

Tears of sorrow ... tears of joy confusing even self

Predestination ... a sullen crying constant

that is washed away by love ... through our ”Living-Well”

 

Drained and defeated ... the victory is won

No power to rise ... to be ministered to by angels

Hope now depleted ... resurrected in the Son

No more surprise ... delivered from all danger

 

Few days ahead ... the balm is of Gilead healing

Open wounds slowly close ... through love’s involvement

As it is often said: ... “Life has its own meaning”

in a personal tie with Jesus ... simply Heaven sent

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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