Demise And The Tide Of Hope Poem by John Sensele

Alive today, gone tomorrow
Tenants of time
Rejoicing one moment, recoiling unexpectedly in sorrow
When dark times come calling to climb

The steep slope
Death steers into the trajectory
Crafted with hope
In a rectory whose directory

Leaves us baffled
Seeking clear cut explanations
In voices muffled
Bouncing on mute walls of consternations

As we ask why a beloved friend
From our midst should depart
In circumstances that can't mend
Aching hearts that smart

At the loss we suffer
Although to God we turn in faith
Pleading for providence to offer
Us fortitude and renewed breath

To bear the searing void
The demise opens in our lives
Left reeling, broken but not totally forsaken although we ache, we avoid
Loss of hope when pain as though brought about by sharp death knives

Hurt us at our most sensitive
But as believers we dare not totally despair
Despite our inquisitive
Minds seeking and demanding immediate repair

Ask tough questions to which only God provides
Succour and relief when with time passage
We heal while providence skill chides
The pain in the lugubrious message

Death delivers
But with God on our side
Hope slivers
Slowly into our lives slide back to stem in gradations our deep pain's tide.