Today, I’ve had a friend on my mind today. Her daughter died in January of cancer, now she has the same kind of cancer. I wrote two poems today about faith in the dark times. I tried a Lai, inspired by Tricia, our host, who wrote one in celebration of Mary Lee last May. She shared the form details in her post, but I chose to write the b lines with three syllables in each.
The Light in the Dark
When the hoping ends
and our God-faith bends
What is right?
Will the Shepherd tend?
Will the breaks God mend?
Yes, all night
As our pathway wends
Dark our way attends
God is Light
And one based on Mark 4:35-41:
What would Jesus do? the bracelet asks.
There were two things Jesus did that night
two thousand years ago in a storm.
He slept peacefully on a pillow, and
after napping, he rebuked the wind.
Unlike his disciples,
who had just one thing to say:
“Teacher, don’t you care…?”
Lord, I want to grab my pillow and join you,
join you in resting and then rebuking.
Help me in my unbelief.
Tricia, at The Miss Rumphius Effect blog is rounding up Poetry Friday posts today. She has shared a beautiful poem about grief by Barbara Crooker, as she is grieving the loss of her own mother. Please visit her post here.