Elizabeth Wyler Poet Rondeau

In the Abyss

In the abyss, so black and bleak, 
I’m swarmed with worry, worn and weak.
Peristaltic walls swallow prey:
A bolus in the bowel’s bay,
I am Jonah, humbled and meek.  
 
During the storm’s most starkest streak,
through sustained strife, I stand and seek
God’s deliverance … while I pray … 
… in the abyss.
 
Slivers of sunlight slowly leak
past my perils, letting me peak
at a rainbow's brightest archway!
God dwells in the places we stay,
even where blessings feel oblique
... in the abyss.  

E. V. Wyler

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Susan Palli July 5, 2018 at 5:30 AM Excellent poem. Makes me want to read the book of Jonah again. Thanks, Elisabeth! Elizabeth Wyler August 28, 2018 at 1:55 PM Thank you.

Sylvia Coulstock July 4, 2018 at 10:58 AM Bless you for your humanity Elizabeth.This is poignant yet beautiful and true. Elizabeth Wyler July 4, 2018 at 11:14 AM At my daughter's hospital bedside, I began writing In The Abyss. Thankfully, she's all better now. Thanks for your kind words. E. V.

Lyric Man July 2, 2018 at 11:05 PM Hi Elizabeth.. I loved reading your poem this evening with a delightful bedtime tea. I look forward to reading more of your creative works tomorrow.. sleep well! Elizabeth Wyler July 3, 2018 at 6:01 AM Thank you for you kind words. (I'm also about to have my "morning tea".) E. V.

Al Juman July 2, 2018 at 5:44 PM This is nice--I like Elizabeth Wyler July 2, 2018 at 6:56 PM Thank you. Elizabeth Wyler July 2, 2018 at 6:56 PM Thank you.