Demise and the Tide of Hope

Alive today, gone tomorrow Tenants of time Rejoicing one moment, recoiling unexpectedly in sorrow When dark times come calling to climb The steep slope Death steers into the trajectory Crafted with hope In a rectory whose directory Leaves us baffled Seeking clear cut explanations In voices muffled Bouncing on mute walls of consternations As we ask why a beloved friend From our midst should depart In circumstances that can't mend Aching hearts that smart At the loss we suffer Although to God we turn in faith Pleading for providence to offer Us fortitude and renewed breath To bear the searing void The demise opens in our lives Left reeling, broken but not totally forsaken although we ache, we avoid Loss of hope when pain as though brought about by sharp death knives Hurt us at our most sensitive But as believers we dare not totally despair Despite our inquisitive Minds seeking and demanding immediate repair Ask tough questions to which only God provides Succour and relief when with time passage We heal while providence skill chides The pain in the lugubrious message Death delivers But with God on our side Hope slivers Slowly into our lives slide back to stem in gradations our deep pain's tide.