The old church was filled on Sunday morning,
Some were awake and some still yawning,
People of all ages had come to hear,
Why that morning the Sun did not appear.
Without warning or sign of any kind,
The Sun just did not rise and all were blind,
Some said God had lost faith in the living,
Others thought that the Devil was winning.
Father James rose to the pulpit to speak,
His voice was direct but a little weak,
Some lit bright candles so the blind could see,
Others held their breath and prayed constantly,
“Brethen and faithful, you must be aware,
The bright Sun just vanished into thin air.
Leaving us no comfort and just darkness,
I am with all of you in this distress.
We all need to pray as much as we can,
Prayer for every child woman or man.”
Suddenly through the windows the light came,
The Sun appeared like a glorious flame.
There is proof good brothers and sisters all,
God heard our prays and he answered the call.
We all will never doubt God’s Love again,
Comfort is all we pray for in the rain.
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Good write D.
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This poem reminded me of an episode of The Twilight Zone. There is a wonderful line in this write (Some lit bright candles so the blind could see,) In this poem I see a metaphor of loss of natural truth, knowledge or what ever you wish to label it. The candles symbolizing man made truth is given for the blind to see. In our religious beliefs we associate our own power or prayer with natural occurrences the rising of the sun. Although this may not be the original intent of the poem it comes through to me this way.
You are exactly right. We some how think we control the universe. Thanks for your insight
A sense of each of us in own beliefs interpret and believe in what we see and hear the way we choose to, which is not always the truth.enjoyed the read
Yes you are right.Thanks for your comments
You are very welcome
I’m keeping this one DWa🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you,It's meant to be a comfort
i think this poem is about keeping the faith... nicely penned
Yes it it is.Thank you for your insight
wonderful message of faith and hope. very comforting
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