Wednesday, 2 March 2022

ON THE BLACK LAKE

 

John, in his boat one grey autumn day

Bobbing on the lakes black water

His heart gripped by blackness

As he sobbed for the loss of his daughter

 

His blood ran cold through his veins

As he stared at the dark water there

Water that would welcome him

And end a life filled with despair

 

John’s life was as empty as his heart

Now his dear little girl was gone

That sweet yellow haired angel

Without her he just couldn’t go on

 

Then  calmness came upon the water

And he became suddenly aware

He was no longer alone in his boat

As he stared at the dark water there

 

The boat no longer bobbed on the lake

As he turned to look behind him

He saw God sitting in the stern

And on the shore stood two Seraphim

 

God sat with smiling countenance

His hair white as artic snow

His soft eyes just radiated love

And he emitted a warming glow

 

John stood silent before his god

As the boat drifted towards the shore 

And the black despair which gripped him

Left his body through every pore

 

Then Gods eyes looked toward the land

To where his brace of angels stood

And John was moved to do the same

And in that instant he understood

 

For stood between the angels

Was his sweet yellow haired girl

Her broken body once more whole

And a hallow sat above her curls

 

Though the heavenly father never spoke

John understood the meaning clear

His darling child made Cherubim was safe

And his time was not yet near

Then singing the songs of paradise

The Seraphim both ascended high

While his darling girl waved to him

And ascended herself into the sky

 

John turned towards the stern

As the boat bobbed on the lake again

But saw only an empty space

The king had returned to his domain

 

John, in his boat that grey autumn day

Bobbing on the lakes black water

Now felt at peace with himself

Though he still grieved for his darling daughter

 

The waters were not so black any more

And love displaced despair in his heart

Though he would always miss his angel

He knew they would not always be apart

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