Dawn of God's Delight

A greater sorrow falls upon my days

Than I have known when faith was still a spark.

My spirit in a suffocating box

Cries out against the voices of the dark

And all the incongruity of death.

Memories that open too-deep wounds

Like razors slicing through the flesh to soul,

For grief in all its violence surrounds

Each thought, consumes the mind, the waking hours

Fills with turbulence and silent tears.

I move a dumb automaton of pain

Facing the futile emptiness of years

Bereft of the beloved by whose side

All life revealed a poetry divine

And music flowed a channel pure of love,

In dual aspiration held the sign

And symbol of the new awakening.

So rare this gift of soul's reply to soul,

The harmony that charges offering

Of self, unfolds the vision and the goal.

This deep aloneness into which is cast

The body of my song, my future's dreams,

Held in abeyance now until the force

Shall break night's iron hold and cleansing streams

Of light and grace shall on my being fall

And from the Pit arise on wings of light,

Aware that love victorious shall reign

And break into the dawn of God's delight.