Poem: A Confusing Promise
Inspired by Psalm 57:1-2 while reflecting on the sudden death of a man in his thirties, a brother to a friend of mine.
I turned and saw the sweetness of living
Bright faces gathered around the table,
Summoning me to dinner
Summoning me to life.
I turned again and saw the pain,
A man swept away in his thirties.
Dark images of loss,
Children missing their father.
I turned and looked up
And saw the confusing promise,
“Devout men are taken away,
And no one understands.”
I turned and looked out the window
And saw the flood of evil:
Relentless toil and difficulty,
Opaque waters from which he has been spared.
Then I pondered the peace that he has found
Royalty, drenched in light
Summoning him to the Banquet
Summoning him to Life.
Copyright 2006 Gregory E HamlinTags: poems, poetry, stages of grief