Helene, the afterglow
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Written on April 3, 2025
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Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings
more commanding than the season’s pain
erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame
for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays
wondering, unclear which prayer to plead
will the season tell her story in dark – it feels insane
no more moments – winds tell the still night
burning with fires more potent than starlight
soft chills reflect what it means to regret her gusts
will her heart piece together the memories,
the regrets, all those mementos we can’t forget
will time be able to silence the sound of rumbling
roaring creeks, colored with the quiet, unmoving
stagnant murmurs piercing through the skies
heavy hearts, weary from nature’s power, her outburst
darkening the heavens with a charcoal glimpse
into the eternal where the light surely went
erasing the blessings of a glory in the gentle breeze
this is the music of pain, the story of God’s rain
falling over the mountains in hesitant blows
revealing the shadows of a feeling hope knows
when the tears bled through the clouds in the dusty
rising of the raging waters, sometimes muddy
like the grief, other times filled with distant relief
beyond the heaps of ridges and rising convictions
there is a story, bleeding like leftover poems
fading in and out, on the wind’s song, her tale
a vision of what must become love and grace
the secret praise, where the heart meets with faith
and there is the assurance that we’ve been saved
hurricanes may come and winds surely blow
but there is One who holds the heart’s hopes
there is One who has a purpose, a reason so steady
beyond this place called earth, erasing suspicions
there are those who love despite every conviction
these are the loves who know He never forgets us
when we go to Him with humble faith
He blesses our souls and the heart breaks
from seeing beyond the moment, to forever
everlasting peace, everlasting completion
this is the beauty of knowing Jesus,
with Him beside me, fears are washed away
by the warmth of a love that will always stay
His is a love that brings the light of day
His is a hope that seeks to make a way
His is a faith that causes me to say…
eternally, my heart and soul belong to Him
who reveals the wonder, the miracle
of love that is endless
love that convicts
love that protects
love that accepts
His love is the answer that keeps me filled with dreams
His love is the story of what it means to be saved
from my past, from all the downcast
from the fears and tears - with Him, I find my prayers are heard and answered – He is eternal and blesses to the utmost.
Without this man named Jesus, Helene would have left me dismayed
but because I know this Savior, I have a hope that keeps me encouraged
I have a love that decides to listen to the rain –
despite the shadows that came from the pain
of those dark days during the hurricane!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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