In the
still of night,
When
everything’s far from right,
Where
life’s toughness and roughness bite,
We’ve lost sight of hope’s light.
In such a
state,
How do we
relate,
How will
we contemplate,
A more hope-filled fate?
When
nervousness is unending,
And
depression seems unrelenting,
When
there’s no way of venting,
What will we do?
Where will
we go,
When all’s
turned low,
And our
strengths to persist close,
And deep waters rise to meet our
nose?
God comes
calling at these times,
When hearts
are rent and despicability climbs,
And because
we’re left with no resistance,
God breaks through in his
persistence.
Then the
hope of light ensues,
A state in
which our soul imbues,
Reaching a
golden resplendent height,
In comes the strange bright of light.
***
It’s hard to imagine when our hope
has evaporated, as if it never existed, just how we will re-rail our lives.
This is no exaggeration or underestimation of the power of helplessness and
hopelessness. Millions upon millions attest to the vacuum of despair met with
daily. Some have known hope, whilst others never have.
This poem is about those that have
glimpsed some sort of divine hope; but in having lost the way, due to some
unrelenting issue, we are desperate to find hope’s light again. Somehow we
believe it can be found, and upon that very belief is founded both the source
of our enquiry and the eventual acquisition of such spiritual blessing it could
only be called hope.
The Despair of Night’s Dark
Night time is a good image, I
think, of the darkness we experience in our souls at times, whether it’s issues
of circumstance or issues, inexplicable. Darkness comes to all human beings,
because we are home to darkness. Because of this we have such need is God.
The despair of night’s dark seems
uncompromising. We have no sight for light. It seems as if we are drowning in
our sorrows of soul.
The key interruption to this night
darkness is when God comes calling at our surrender of resistance. In weakness
comes strength. God’s persistence begins to work in our weakness toward our
recovery and eventual blessing.
The Hope of Day’s Light
When the hope of day’s light comes,
we meet it with the same surreal peaceful joy we experience in any victory. We
feel like saying, “So this is what faithfulness feels like—to be
blessed because of our faithfulness in this situation?”
When the hope of day’s light comes
in such a way we cannot help but be humbled. Even in our faithfulness we
doubted, but God knew better. Now he showers us with the blessings of victory: peace
and joy.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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