Tuesday, May 03, 2011

After the Fire


Smoldering Fires,
Clarence Holbrook Carter, 1904-2000
Columbus Museum of Art


When our vines have all burned
And our cattle have fled
And our savings are smoke in the air,

Then it's time we returned,
That our hearts quickly sped
To the LORD whose compassion's still there.

For the depth of our loss
And the sting of our pain
And the grief that we barely can bear,

In the light of the cross
Where Christ's death was our gain,
Are as nothing. They cannot compare.

Though our dreams may all burn,
Still the spring will return.
God is good. He will hear our pained prayer.

He heals the brokenhearted
     and binds up their wounds.

--Psalm 147:3, ESV


My thanks to Magpie Tales for the image. For more people's thoughts on this painting, click the link.

6 comments:

Ann Grenier said...

Your religious view has made me see the woman holding the child up as a warning, showing those who will look the result, the reality of human arrogance - the never ending pursuit of power and riches. Jacob Marley comes to mind, in Dicken's Christmas carol.

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Nice, simple, and truly expressed.

Tess Kincaid said...

Thought provoking piece, Jim. I like what Ann has to say. Yes, Jacob Marley's advice.

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Ann Grenier and Romanós and Tess Kincaid, for the interesting comments.

Strangely, this poem was composed while swimming laps.

Carrie Burtt said...

Jim this is full of beauty,truth and the power of prayer....love this one! :-)

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Carrie Burtt.