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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #1029010
My first poem about my heartache over the death of my sweet sister, Lynn.
With a thought… in a moment,
With a breath… in a beat;
Our mortal shells are emptied,
Eternity to meet.

There is no greater tearing,
Than the rending of the soul;
From fragile bones and sinew,
To its new transcendent role.

To Avenues of Splendor,
With worship far and near;
Creation meets Creator,
Who wipes ‘way every tear.

And welcomes faithful servant,
To joy forevermore;
One seed spent in sowing,
Now reaps a rich reward.

For who sees the total picture?
Who guides the Master’s hands?
We are but clay to the Potter,
A single thread in the Weaver’s plan.

Shall I who know so little,
Judge Fair, and Good, and Right?
When crushed by lonely darkness,
And blinded by hopeless light.

When counselors speak too quickly,
To patch a gaping wound;
Never knowing time takes healing,
Never grasping the Harvest Moon.

For fallow ground must be broken,
Plowing deeply softens the soul;
Through plodding painful seasons,
Planting always exacts its toll.

So don’t hurry the Plower in His work,
Or He’ll plow the field again;
Ever preparing for the Harvest,
Of a spouse, a neighbor or friend.

Deafen yourself to mortal wisdom.
And well-meaning platitudes;
But heed the “still small voice”,
Softly, whispering to you.

Killing Quiet…Silent healing
Finish your work I pray!
Holy Spirit embrace me now,
Through this fire and water way.

For I have no were else to go,
Except into your loving arms;
To trust the work you’re doing,
And your grace to make me strong.

As a father has compassion,
For a child who can but cry;
God is near the broken hearted,
The crushed in spirit catch His eye.

So trust the heart of God Almighty,
And listen not to the father of lies;
Trust the Author and the Finisher,
Trust the love of El Shaddai.

To restore, establish and strengthen,
Is a promise He will keep;
When the Harvest Moon is ready,
Sorrow sown will joyful reap.





© Memorial Day Weekend 1995 by Kevin Rishell
Following the death of his sister, Lynn and after hearing a song that essentially said, when we don't understand the "why" and what the hand of God has allowed to happen, that's when we need to trust His heart.
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