In between the thinking and knowing
there is time and space for the sowing—
seeds of doubt can sprout and grow,
a choking that dims the light
and leaves us fighting to find
the sublime silver lining
fringing these bruising clouds.

But this is also a space
where faith can flourish,
a stubborn believing of the better,
that good will yet come,
growing, even, out of the pain
and the empty aching,
a making anchored in both past and promise—
even conquerors bear their healing wounds
yet know that in all things
God is at work for the good
of those who love him
and are called according to his purpose.

And in that calling find a light
that even though sometimes dimmed by our own sight
still leads through the long night
and will find us yet held and loved
when all of darkness fades away
and we rise up in the never-fading brightness
of a never-ending day,

when all of sickness, pain, grieving and leaving
will be done away.

H. Arnett
1/23/18