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,
rainbow-lit,
with hope-filled purpose.
Note: Line 10 is the title of the poem in French.
