Saturday, 22 March 2014

Sonnet 4

In every church and every cause abide
the never-doubting men of fervent tone.
Their idol is a god who never hides,
whose ways cannot be far beyond our own.
This deity of theirs has never left
a burning question, not a burning bush
nor seemingly abandoned us, bereft,
to wrestle every lure the world can push.
Out of the depths the Psalmist sought some plan,
like Job bewildered by the test of loss.
Gethsemane’s unwilling Son of Man
was then the Christ forsaken on the cross.
      The task is this; to tread the faithful ways
      yet face the fact of darker, harder days.



1 comment:

  1. This reminds me of the personal crises of faith experienced by St. Therese of Lisieux and Mother Teresa, how they felt God had withdrawn his presence, yet they still trod "the faithful ways." Lovely sonnet, thank you.