Big storms were predicted for today … and not being a master of the weather … they could still come. But the sun is shining this morning. What a welcome sight after days of rain and gloom!
The storm hath passed;
I hear the birds rejoice; the hen,
Returned into the road again,
Her cheerful notes repeats. The sky serene
Is, in the west, upon the mountain seen:
The country smiles; bright runs the silver stream.
Each heart is cheered; on every side revive
The sounds, the labors of the busy hive.
The workman gazes at the watery sky,
As standing at the door he sings,
His work in hand; the little wife goes forth,
And in her pail the gathered rain-drops brings;
The vendor of his wares, from lane to lane,
Begins his daily cry again.
The sun returns, and with his smile illumes
The villas on the neighboring hills;
Through open terraces and balconies,
The genial light pervades the cheerful rooms;
And, on the highway, from afar are heard
The tinkling of the bells, the creaking wheels
Of waggoner, his journey who resumes.
The poet’s description made me smile … how all of life resumes … after the storm. Makes you wonder a bit what life was like during the storm.
Those storms of life … those hard places … we each have them … some of us are currently struggling in the midst of various personal or professional storms. Do we retreat inward – as the poet hints? For those on the outside looking in … watching the storms come and go in our lives … what do they see? How might they write the poetry of our lives?
The old hymn says … Many times Satan whispered, “There is no need to try, For there’s no end of sorrow, there’s no hope by and by; But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I’ll rise where the storms never darken the skies.”
I am grateful for the sunshine this morning, for the calm inside and out. I know more storms are on the way … but I can trust my God in the midst of them … and rejoice … and sing … and wait for the sun to shine!
Sing to the Lord, O you saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name. … Weeping may endure for a night (the storms of life), but joy comes in the morning. ~ Amplified version of Psalm 30:4-5