POEM OF THE MONTH

 

 

In Silence?

 

Why would I sit in silence in my room
And meditate on what I had then lost?
Or seek to live in never-ending frost?
A pitiful object in glum, grey gloom.
Why would I slink behind a fast closed door
Lamenting inescapable events
Which had destroyed a lifelong bond? and hence
What once we had shall now be nevermore.
And why indeed? Though tears of grief would flow,
They would be mingled with a heavenly joy,
For earthly things have only short employ;
Eternal things we there shall fully know.
To be with Christ, the One whom we adore,
Is great rejoicing, now and evermore.

 

© Tom Chapman 2017