Here’s a poem from a while back when despair dealt me some. Anytime I read this, I’m reminded that just as the night seemed darkest, dawn is announced!
About the time I took a peek
At the pitch dark wonder; so bleak
Of the mystery shielding the morning after
And what lurked behind in the greyish scatter
Just as a prelude to the Sun’s shine
The feeling of despair was mine.
Yes, mine it was, I’ll tell you.
I was to be in a state of ‘so fly’
Dreaming and recuperating
Totally oblivious to what was happening
But here I was, breaking nature’s code
And taking up this unfamiliar nature; the nocturnal mode.
It’s true; I had so much to do
I’d set my watch to suit me too
And right there in the deeply shadowed darkness
A mixture of cold foggy despair and starkness
Hit me like a bumpless beam
Happening without the slightest seam
And I recognised the frailty written into my body’s program, all miry bloody.
Without announcing, my soul began to sink
Stealthily into the reality rising slowly to the brink
That this uncanny night would last forever
And my forlorn state will never ebb, ever
It’s what and how my eyes saw, really
All my senses bore witness to the loud silence, ever so eerie.
As I could begin to taste bitter surrender to irrelevance
My eyes, in perhaps the final attempt to seek deliverance
Caught a movement beneath my calf
Fear initially sought to tear me in half
But Reason made me wait and seek to know
What assailed my perpetual misery flow
With a fluster and a disruption of my self-acclaimed final blows
A rooster leapt from its keep, the shadows
And proceeded in its life-long task of keeping time
And making a loud proclamation bereft of a mime.
So, I chided my faithless self, in this forsaken place
Which I created for myself in my face
Lay a little thing, maybe minute
That could come and excise my self-imposed pity right to the root
Though the night seemed so dreary
And nothing seemed to make me cheery
Just as darkness seemed to deal the last of its blows
Leapt a rooster from the shadows
Ready to proclaim a new dawn
And yes, misery’s sordid-tie lies undone!
‘But at midnight, there was a cry … ‘ (Matt 25:6 ASV)