TRAGEDY LOOMS

Tapping. Rapping. Knocking.
My heart from all doom carefully is guarded
But as time gleefully by me passes
Tragedy in looming maturity engages

That fear so familiar,
Its memory upon my heart is engraved
I remember surely, if I be not in God’s mercies,
Impending gloom be my portion

Shouldn’t all woes by me fade?
As in my loneliest hours,
My knees from prayer never sored,
And as I prayed, my eyes of tears dried.

Its legend HIS son for my bliss was killed,
But how then do I know, for within me is doubt…