D-Day, at the first
Was the beginning of the end
Of that long, protracted woe
When darkness did descend
D-Day now for me
Marks the end of what began
So many years ago
That its presence I rescind
Forever changed by woes
They could never have perceived
Crushed of soul by darkened sorrow
Ending? Joyous treasures! Sorrow’s seed
And my pounding, crushing, tearing
Has now softened over time
I am altered, modelled after
My once-crushed saviour, who is mine
No need to fear a day’s refining
Though, if we dwell, that’s what we do
He’ll keep us, even in the furnace
Grant unknown strength to follow through
And when we reach another shore
Carried by the crashing waves
That had once appeared our ending
We’ll find he, once again, has saved
Beauty from the ashes
Oil of joy for mourn
Daylight follows darkness
Calm behind the storm
The trial of the crucible
Removing things held dear
Is the path to new creations
Even me, and you, down here
17, 21/8/2020
Reflecting on VP Day – 15 August