It’s night.
The sky is weeping again
Great teardrops of anguish
From dark clouds of pain
Yet from their distress
The earth is blessed
Flowers refreshed
Leaves drink; retain
The rejuvenating rain
And I am left to wonder
How the awesome power
Of lightning and thunder
Can split asunder
Such billowing masses
Causing such great crashes.
I believe in my life storm
Through loud claps of thunder
Lightning fears
Both evoking emotional tears
I too will be blessed
Renewed and refreshed.
After the darkness of night
I’ll emerge revived
Into brilliant light
With restored insight.
I’ll be thankful for the calm
After my violent storm
A new day is dawning
It’s morning!
“Weeping may go on all night but joy comes in the morning.”
Psalm 30:5
