A Mourner's Ode

Still.........  from the depths of time He came,
wakeful, watching, a living flame; I..........
knowing not what lay before; ere
knocking on Providence ever golden door -
full of desire and longing He came,
to a broken, hollow; in heart but lame!

Gamboling wildly, as though released
from the gate of life - wrought in peace,
of Him who set the door in place;
ever watching, unchanging face;
sprang from hope of Him who gives grace,
unto the runner to whom said:
"this joy shall never cease"!

Then soon ill winds did arise,
the wolf of wounding did soon apprise
the runner of (his or her?) foul deeds;
ash, stone, and demon steeds
broke forth to wrench from desire of needs;
a firewind blew the living seeds
of hope and joy from the corpus,
of this Man who now could not rise.

Why cavil there in the dust,
bellowing, blowing, mocking; must
my enemy's malice in its lust
descend now on faulty frame?
Blasting ruin - and much more the same
ere I cried for quarter came,
the name in which I now trust.

In twilight land I now abide,
longing for a glimpse
of that nail-pierced side;
oh, won't someone be receiving,
in this soul's long dead wintering,
from harbor's frost to summer weathering,
saved from beastly wandering,
to praise sung far and wide?!

oh God, VERY God,
now become all my glee,
you who know what there is to see;
from heights please come to
lows below, and rescue him
in whose name he goes;
Thy tender mercies balm to me and cure his illful throes;
for their His promise written goes:
He will perfect that which concerns me!!!