Sorrow

Unruffled and dry,

My life was a desert

Of sands, golden brown

That lay undisturbed

By footfall or caravan.

Soft rains would fall

And turning to mist

Return to the air

Never touching the land.

*

Thunderheads gathered

And lightning came flashing,

And crashing; the boom

Of eternal destruction

Came spinning, its

Funnel clouds, digging,

And tearing and scarring,

Carved furrows and sorrows

That wore at my soul.

*

Lying alone,

In ruin, exposed,

I grieved for the

Glistening

Untouched beauty

That once had

Defined me –

And now, filled with scars,

Turned my face from the mirror.

*

Joy fell like summer rain,

Cooling and healing.

Filling the furrows

Refreshing my spirit

And all of my scars

Became life-giving

Streams, that flowed with

Forgiveness.  Drink deep,

Grieve no more.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2010