Horror oh horror, oh the screams!
Agony yells out with abandon,
Women bend over and scream with no restraint!
Even children know the horror.
Men groan and fear at what has been wrought.
In anger and revolt the earth roars and shakes,
Thunder and lightning unveil the vulgarity,
Winds rush and push the stench into nostrils!
Animals lift their voice to join the pain in the air.
Despair is thick smoke that burns the eyes and chokes the lungs.
Dreams are dashed and hope seems hopeless.
It is Friday.
A night with no sleep followed.
Fatigue and confusion accompanied by being numb.
Crying remains and is interrupted by memories.
A question of the possible hopelessness of the past.
Dreams of a bright future cannot be found.
Roads seem washed away.
Joy has become sorrow and spirits are retching.
What will happen next?
What shall be done?
Who will be looked upon?
Given answers are not remembered.
It is Saturday.
Morning has come, questions remain.
Another sleepless night filled with death of heart.
What does this day bring?
Sunlight comes and with it good news,
Can it be believed?
It is true! It is true!
Hope and joy are alive!
Stunning laughter replaces tears,
Miraculously the impossible makes sense,
The horror is changed to victory!
Victory brings freedom,
Chains are broken and fear is no more!
Washed away is the shame and sorrow,
Oh the joy! Oh the peace! Oh the wonder!
All is well, all is perfect.
It is Sunday.
Isaiah 53
2 Peter 2:24-25
IHS 4/20/14