DEATH SURROUNDS US NOW


 I know that my previous entry is a repost of the same poem from April 23rd, but it contains more of the backstory behind this post, which also arose from my time in the GriefShare sessions. This poem deals with characters from one of my novels and the frustration, denial, and sorely tested faith that unexpected or “senseless” death can heap upon those who survive.

WARNING: Contains spoilers concerning the Dragonsback Trilogy, book #2. Also, the references are tailored according to the culture of that land and will only find true meaning in that context.

DEATH SURROUNDS US NOW
 by Robert Dennis Wilson

Taken from the future third novel of my Christian Fantasy Trilogy,
SHOSHANNAH’S SONG: The Dragon’s Back #3
From Jason’s perspective: his attempt to deal with the death of Nathan
& so many other Swimmers at the end of Dragonsback #2.
Partially based on verses from Psalms 42 & 43.

 Why does Death surround us, like this land by endless Sea?
These circling clouds now hide Your face in dark obscurity.
So many we loved have fallen, struck down by an evil hand:
Their lifeblood stains the Dragon’s Back, and terror fills this land!
And virtue dies a thousand deaths; its victims hide in shame;
For we had thought You were our shield, we trusted in Your Name!
But hope’s been crushed beneath this weight, as though the Dragon’s head
Had crashed its monstrous mountains down: Your chosen ones are dead!
            Though the Dragon thorn-pierce our hearts or his poison River may raise,
            Why are you so cast down, my soul? Some day again I’ll praise
            The One who promised to lift me up, before Him then I’ll bow;
            And then again I’ll sing His praise: some future day, not now.

 In just one day our sun has set; we despair to see it rise,
When those who filled our hearts with joy, can no longer fill our eyes!
Why are we here, when they are gone? Was this just chance or fate?
Gladly we’d replace them all on that altar forged by hate!
But here we kneel, as empty shells, bereft, alone, apart —
We have escaped the bloody sword, but it sacrificed our heart!
We know You Knew, but did not act, and knowing this we cry;
And cannot understand Your choice. We cannot fathom Why!
            Though the Dragon thorn-pierce our hearts or his poison River may raise,
            Why are you so cast down, my soul? Some day again I’ll praise
            The One who promised to lift me up, before Him then I’ll bow;
            And then again I’ll sing His praise: some future day, not now.

Like the deer in desert places pants for relief, so I’m seeking You!
My soul longs for the Living One; with burning thirst I seek your dew!
Why have you cast us off, Oh Lord? Why do we mourn this day?
Send out Your Light and Your Truth, let them guide us in Your Way!
We have heard with our own ears, for our fathers told the tale;
What You accomplished in their day, how you worked and did not fail:
So we will choose to trust You still, though we are numb with pain;
We are your blood-bought children yet, and so we still remain.
            Though the Dragon thorn-pierce our hearts or his poison River may raise,
            Why are you so cast down, my soul? Some day again I’ll praise
            The One who promised to lift me up, before Him then I’ll bow;
            And then again I’ll sing His praise: some future day, not now.

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About Robert Dennis Wilson

Author, Poet, Avid Reader, Scroll Saw Artist, & Singer-Songwriter. Telecommuting programmer/report writer by day.
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