The Word of God is sun emerging.

After a troubled night,

the dawn;

light at last,

the end of fright.

Stress evaporates, is gone,

now past.

a terror quelled

a doubt dispelled

 

The Word of God is a throwing up

nausea’s climax

illness shattering the spirit,

from the sick pit, the centre,

convulsive retching wracks

the soul.  Do not rue it, fear it;

peace  will  enter

the self inside.

Do not hide.

The Word of God is a knowing

a sounding song

of resurrection

heard,

a standing strong,

a new protection.

The pulse is stirred,

a quickened heart;

a life anew, a start.

 

The Word of God is re-appropriation

of truth already known,

for which the soul, in secret, pleads.

Exactly at the time,

and on it own,

to meet the needs

to cleanse the grime,

to make us well and more,

the living Word comes to the door.