Rainy days

The week was gloriously bright,
impeccably supplying light,
with gladness filling tired hearts:
how greatly the summer starts!

How wonderful is flowers' blossom!
Oh, God's creation is so awesome!
If only like this it stayed
with beauty always displayed!

Oh, what a joy it is for eyes,
as if a glimpse of paradise
was given sweetly to observe!
Oh, how could one this preserve?

But then its promises have faded,
when chilling cold winds invaded,
and suddenly unfriendly air
forced people coats and gloves to wear.

The rains come and fill the soil,
at nights restlessly they toil,
monotonous, without end,
and hopes for sunny days suspend.

And so is life. How often
it can some happy moments offer,
replacing them with dreary days
that make us longing for sunrays?

But in the bleakness of existence
could we develop a resistance
to sadness and to sombre thoughts,
when hope is offering us dots
instead of exclamation signs
and so steadily declines
our expectations?
                In this phase
could we continue to praise
the Lord our God, His mighty deeds,
trapped in desires for our needs?

Oh, who can trust Him, when the pain
seems hopes to exhaust and drain?
Not always pleasures, joy, and fun,
not always in the skies is sun...

Yet, as the rains fills the soil,
so days of gloom and of turmoil,
by God for our good are meant,
as trials from above are sent.

God knows our deeper need:
as water feeds a hidden seed,
the Lord our harder times grants
for souls to grow like plants.

If we absorbs all what He gives:
in all, who listen, Spirit lives.
To be receptive to His call
it means that God can save your soul.

A stem and leaves come from a root,
eventually producing fruit.
It's to God's eyes a delight,
when we can grow in His sight.

Producing patience, love, and peace,
when we our will to God release,
we can rejoice in Him and praise
God even for our rainy days.

7.07.2024.