The Day Renders Well Her Light To Cast

The Day Renders Well Her Light To Cast

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The day renders well her light to cast,
comes, with hopeful glance, her tidings bring –
haunting dark, like some unholy past
soon yields his woe to this better thing.

Alone, but for his pale, waning grin,
he staggers backward in view of her;
never have his shaking knees remained
full upright. Now they buckle, unsure.

A formal respite, east is yearning,
stolen glances, her scent is bringing
laughter for those whose wild discerning
feeds upon this freshness glad, singing

songs, and dancers too are gathering,
all but mirth and cheerfulness disdains.
Soon, the fretful past’s unprompted sadd’ning,
forced to flee, and only light remains.

As daylight parts dark mystery’s curtain,
there, with courage, we must take our stand;
e’er the burden of mis’ry certain,
comes to pummel, firm, our heart’s command.

Still, with faith, our prayerful souls blazing,
God shall come to squelch what brings our fall;
must flee the night, our spirits’ hazing,
departed, then goodness we recall.

Now, cacophonous voice, full deafened,
silenced is the darkly strident pull
of that which, lying, steals our heaven –
God, his faithfulness, our promise, full.

 

Robert Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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