Poem 16: April 16

Resurrection Prayer IV: “Quiet and Thunder”

Lord, my heart is cluttered with emptiness—

‘Twas yesterday when I noticed the void:

The power went out, made me reminisce,

When moments like this were always enjoyed.

Do you remember, sweet Abba, the tents

And the candles? But now, all was silent,

Moments of childhood played in past tense,

The grave of my fairytale violent.

Yet, even Thy Son was a Light briefly

dimmed, by man’s blind ambition, loss of

innocence. Still light resurrects in Thee,

And sings to the earth, the rebirth thereof.

“I want to believe Thou art nigh,” I told

Thee in the quiet. Then the thunder rolled.