The Curtain of Pain Fell Upon Us
When the curtain of pain fell upon us…
grateful were we since God’s comfort
indeed readily wrapped our hearts.
somehow cognizant of death’s reality
we, siblings, thought we were prepared
…yet, though our minds wanted to defy sorrows’ pangs
our emotional angst just burst… as normally as they should.
“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”*
thus declare the Scriptures’ precepts
confronting, yet assuring our souls to the very core
during our dear Dad’s burial.
We admitted earnestly against grace of hypocrisy…
…undoubtedly shown by our tears freely flowing---
our vulnerability when the curtain of pain fell upon us.
Dad’s coffin was finally placed inside its resting place
midst reverberating spiritual hymns.
Peeping through the curtain of pain
was radiant hope as we believe that Dad’s faith in Christ
ceaselessly glows with praise-filled gratitude
to the mighty God of resurrection**
while he continues to inspire others to live their best, even in pain!
*1Corinthians 15:55
** John 11:25 “Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.”
April 25, 2019
2nd place, "Verses of Metaphors 3..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 4/30/2019.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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