How long the night…

On 4 Sep 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

How bright the future
When the past holds
So much sadness –

How dark the night
When the days
Were once so bright –

How withered I feel
Where once, not too long ago
I was so full of steel –

How harsh this life
Where those we love
Are dealt such strife –

How sad my heart
Where once upon a time
Such joy I felt –

How long the night
Where once my head
So full of music
Now fills only with tears
As I wait like you
For Him
To guide us Home –

Do we find Him in tragedy?
Or was he simply waiting for us?
Or, is He too, just a figment of our imagination?

©Joe Wilson – How long the night…2016

A Place of Tranquility – 1994 (re-edited 2014)

On 11 Jun 201411 Jun 2014 By jovisgoesIn Loss, Love, Personal, PoetryLeave a comment

The wind was howling and the trees were bare
I called your name, there was no one there
The darkness gathered all around
And stillness – there was not a sound.

It was then I saw Him watching me
With eyes so sad that I could see
He felt the sorrow and sensed my pain
He knew I’d not see you again.

He surrounded me with a kindly peace
As if He knew there was no release
And all my tears welled up inside
Emotions that I’d tried to hide
All came tumbling, tumbling down
And fell like raindrops to the ground
And in that moment I think I knew
What He, Himself, had once been through.

I stood and looked into the night
Of Him there was no longer sight
And thus I left that Holy place
Myself at peace, and you in grace
And though my life will just go on
Forever now we’ll be as one
But when I go back to that place
I’ll hope to see His peaceful face.

Will I Always Feel This Lost?

On 11 Jan 20147 Feb 2014 By jovisgoesIn Personal, Poetry1 Comment

I hear a sound, perhaps it’s the wind
I’ve even imagined that maybe it’s Him
It’s only a whisper as quiet, so quiet
Calling a name, a name, I’m not sure
I think if He called He’d want someone pure.

But does He exist? I lost all my faith
In my denial I’ve always felt safe
I could claim His existence was purely a myth
Though now as years start to dwindle away
I find I’m not sure, I’m minded to say.

Life is so precious, I hold it so dear
I want to gather all those I care for near
But I’m hearing that whisper again, but so quiet
Is it calling or am I willing it on?
Show yourself voice — or dammit be gone!

It’s quiet now, did I offend
My distorted emotion tried to pretend
I want Him to be real, most surely I do
But the loss is still raw after all of these years
Could He ever explain why I still shed my tears?