The Promised Fields of Peace

Whatever suffering you have had to bear

I too have borne, in other lives have known

Irreparable loss and untold grief.

You with your tears a silver thread have sown

Into the fabric every living soul.

The child cries out, the stricken parent hears

Powerless to save he sees him die

And grief like a mortal foe appears

And down into the pit our lives are drawn.

Joy is gone and all the sunlit days

For one who is our life, our breath is gone

Our hopes, our faith to darkness death betrays

And we succumb to helplessness or worse

Unknowing that the inner being grows

Though painfully with every fatal stroke.

There is a Guide who on each soul bestows

The strength to overcome the blows of fate

That sever hope or bring us to our knees.

For he not only our past and present holds

But our future and the promised fields of peace.