After the Flood

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.

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

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