©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Lucas Ludwig
Soon or late, each soul must learn
how quickly the whole world can turn
upon its axis, in a flash,
as long-held dreams rain down in ash.
The lesson comes to everyone…
father, daughter, mother, son…
a bursting open of the lie
that life owes us more song than sigh.
The treehouse topples, mangled, torn,
bare roots upended, branches shorn.
Fire and earthquake, blaze and blast…
blithe innocence removed at last.
And devastation reigns, it seems,
heralds the death of erstwhile dreams,
threatens our hope, obscures the light,
renders us blinded by the night.
But is this truth or false perception?
What of God’s divine protection?
The Master’s plan. The Light. The Way.
The promise of a brighter day.
Our world may turn, but so can we.
God’s hands will shape our destiny.
Believe on Him; see with His eyes.
Watch darkness yield to sweet sunrise.