Woes Sufferings Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Woes Sufferings
Days of drear added to
Woes
Sufferings
Their ilk
Easter has not come
As yet.
Trees bend
Graves frozen
Seas crystalline
And paralyzed
Not a whiff of wind
Even the tree-leaves
Sleep the sleep
Of the sub-conscious gold
All stopped
All paralyzed
As in a photo:
All
But then as dawn crept
By
I heard a Voice from
Inside and
I Spoke with it
As my eyes to consciousness
Opened
‘Lo! I am risen! '
And
As time goes
To rise I will continue
Echoed Soul, the Inner Soul
And
Then I will cast drear for
Above it
Writ in gold and red
‘I will arise, I will arise'
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5/19/2024 11:22:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There is a hard fought victory gained in this poem. The victory stemming from Jesus's Resurrection is a guarantee to a true believer but that is cause for a pale joy considering how difficult this journey toward some kind of homecoming truly is. Hope in this poem does not promote a wild dance but rather quiet reflection. The poem is wise and knows it cannot offer much for consolation. But it lights a spark which may grow abundant.