How lonesome is the soul in pain!
Angst’s constant deafening roar
drowns every voice
of reason, faith or solace.

God’s silent sun
beams rainbows through
my cataract of tears –
his covenant promise that
the future is secure.

Apres le deluge
await new heavens and earth,
and even now
tomorrow’s world shines through.

O Dove of Peace,
with olive branch anointing,
lead forth my now-soothed soul
to seize the pain-racked day,
with hope-filled purpose.

Hugh Thompson, 10 – 11 – 99

Note: Line 10 is the title of the poem in French.

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