Thanks to all the authors of prompts, listed at end of poem ~
Pummeled in the waiting
By hail, freezing rain that falls
On both just and unjust—year’s
Challenges, one atop another
Barely time to collect prayers’ rest
Heart nearly frozen…
What’s become of Faith’s song
Joyous hope, anchor’s rope which
Tethers in every mercurial season?
Dark storm blows in, as if to remain
I’m lassoing wind, but missing each catch…
Gasping, tearless, this December.
Confused as to “why”, begging a reason
As first I push back, rage against battle
Waiting for hell’s last volley to end
Waiting for smoke, fog to clear, for
Frozen bells to chime arrival, at last
Of Christmas Child, His peace to bring
The only gift soul, panting, requests
Including His promise, Jeremiah’s
“Good future”…and surcease, please
From calamity’s visits.
What is left, but to surrender…wait
For His appearing, certain; wait
For powerful Hand to take night—
Gargoyle’d, lasting all the day—roll
It with rough waves, away…
And usher Eastern Star, come bright
A-shine like jar of Glory’s glittering
Light upon shore, refreshed and balmy.
Then soul, chagrined, will sing again
Exult in God, faithful Father of orphans
Youthful ones, and those not young…
For, ever He rises to deliver Victory.
Immanuel, Messiah, Christ…
Lord of all, in the frozen Waiting.
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