A Poem of Hope When the Sorrows are Strong

    I just came across this poem I had written four years ago. As I reminisced my way through it, I realized that the feelings I was expressing then are just as familiar now. I thought I might as well share it online in the hope it would encourage someone else to walk in hope when the sorrows are most overwhelming.

The following introduction and the poem were written on August 6, 2021.

    “Over the years I have heard many people resist bringing their childhood traumas to God because they fear that if they ever started opening their hearts they would be stuck in a flood of overwhelming emotions for months or years. What I have witnessed is God bringing us into relationship with himself where he will prepare us for looking at things, bring them up when it is time, and quickly comfort us and give us peace about each thing we need to face. And today I just had to try writing a poem about it.”

 

A Poem of Hope When the Sorrows are Strong
 
In a moment of grief between laughter and tears
(the quiet that comes before morning appears),
An old wave of sorrow came over the rise,
And poured down the valley where the secret heart cries.
 
The sun would soon come with the duties of life,
Calling for realness in comforts and strife,
And the fresh wave of sorrow that threatened the soul,
Had only this moment to wield its control.
 
The shadows of night gave their nod to the grief,
While the Morning Star shone with its promised relief,
But the flooding of sorrow felt too much to bear
For the heart that was sure it would always be there.
 
While dragons breathed fire and demons screamed, “Fear!”
The soul in the darkness felt no friend was near.
And so, what was known of the all-present past,
Boasted to love, “I will surely outlast!”
 
But the first beam of sunshine to hit the far hills,
Welcomed the Father who does as he wills.
And the secret heart crying in shadows of night,
Had hope that its Savior would make all things right.
 
So, the brightening hues of the promised relief,
Broke the grip of the night that had flooded with grief.
And the child who had thought that the darkness would stay
Walked into the light of the Father’s new day.
 
“But what of the monsters that come in the night?”
The little child asked while enjoying the light.
“They are but a dream that is gone when you wake,
And I love to slay monsters for my own great name’s sake!”
 
“So walk in the light of this gracious new day,
And listen so well to the words that I say.
As they are the truth that will set your soul free,
For even in sorrow, you will still be with me!”
 
Poem © 2021 Monte Vigh (August 6, 2021)

 

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