Hope After Tears

In this world
A mother cries,
A father sighs,
As a baby dies.

In this world
Of sin-broken lives
A cancer unknown
Attacks and thrives.

But what is there
That makes us cope?
It is the subtle voice.
The whisper of hope.

The voice is heard
By those with ears to hear.
And it speaks of a day
When eyes are free of tears.

It reminds us that we,
When wondering, “Why?”
Can still trust that He
Will tell in due time.

“Trust and rely,”
The attuned ear hears.
“Do not ask ‘Why?’
And forfeit your fears.

“For all you endure,
All you withstand,
All your existence
Is held in my hand.”

Michael P. Van Gilst