Helen S B

The Promised Promise - Poem by Helen S B

Dropping down day by day,
drowsy leaves fall by the way.
Master’s crafts lay in frost,
gazing dim across the woe.
Merry days lurk somewhere near,
hidden from eyes dim with a tear.
Core of the heart sends out a cry,
an echo returns with a void still.
Life’s gifts seem frozen and dry,
the chastening of souls that often sigh.
The end of waiting pitiless play near and far,
softly breaking the shattered piece of a heart.
But this thee know there is One who knows my pace
who shows the way to that day and place,
where it is held in His arms safe and sound
awaiting me and the broken ones,
with rest and joy wrapped in the peace of God -
The promised promise.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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