Vincent Van Gogh 28 - Better Times Are Coming Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

April month arrived
With a glimpse of sunlight,
The black fields became visible,
As the white sheet of snow melted away.
Larks began to sing,
Buds began to sprout in the trees,
An improvement in the weather, alas!
Women of the village began their climb
To the pyramid to get terril
While, Vincent reopened his Salon.

The entire village gathered to hear Vincent's sermon.
They listened to him with rapt attention,
With a gleam of hope and a hint of a smile.
'Better times are coming' cried Vincent exultantly
From his pulpit. ' God has tried you and found you true.
The worst of our suffering is over. The corn will ripen in the fields
And the sun will warm you as you sit before your homes
After a good day's work. The children will run out to follow the lark and gather berries in the woods.
Lift your eyes to God for the good things in life are in store
For you. God is merciful. God is just.'

The miners with their heads lifted up
Looked at their Monsieur Vincent with admiration.
He was their only Messiah, who nursed the whole village,
With much concern for their welfare with deep empathy.
They joined unanimously to offer him thanks.
Cheerful voices reverberated in the hall,
Nodding and affirming Vincent's good words.
'Monsieur Vincent is right.
Our suffering is over. The winter is gone.
Better times are coming.'

A Biographical Poem!