The Promise (His Love) Poem by Maia Padua

As storm whipped its tail
As rain heavily fell on the ground
As the flood deepened
Sweeping the fruit of our labor
Carrying many lives to nowhere;
Something flashed in my mind
Something to believe on,
Something to hope for

I gazed at the angry sky
I stared at the weeping clouds
I felt the fury of the rushing wind
Carrying my silent questions
Where is God's covenant?
Where is the seal of His solemn promise?
His words echoed, His words lingered
'From this day on,
There will always come a time for planting
A time for gathering up what was planted
But never again will I destroy the earth with flood
Day will always follow night,
The warm days of summer
Follows the cold and snow of winter;
As long as the earth shall be’

From His words, hope is never lost
By His promise, life moves on
That even how bad is the storm,
There will always be a new day
There will always be His seal
When our trust fade, when faith seems to die
Our hope, the colorful bow above His vast sky

His reminder, a brilliant show
His solemn promise, a rainbow