Lamentation

And the rain fell like an incessant cascade of tears,

Almost as if it were an extension of his pain

The moon and stars seemingly snuffed out of existence

His beating heart a fading chord

Drowned out by the blaring noise in his head,

Noise thick with thought, thick with emotion

Noise thick as the thunder that rolls through his being

Casting its dark arms forth

With a presence that demands to be felt

Noise that swells with the heavy beat of the rain against the earth

Beating, beating, beating

A tormented uproar

 A fragmented hue and cry

The sun that once warmed the ground beneath his feet

So easily forgotten in the din of the downpour

A distant memory that he struggles to hold on to

The warmth that had seeped deep within his bones

Slowly being sucked out by the bitter wet cold

A raging war of fire and ice

Beating, beating, beating

The drenching deluge that taunts him

Drumming a derisive beat over his head

Filling him up, closing him in

Threatening to consume, threatening to flood

How easy it would be to just let go

To become one with the mud

He heaves up a broken sigh

The heaviness of it all weighing down his anguished, aching soul

But a glowing ember keeps him awake

Keeps the darkness at bay

Like a dull lamp that only lets him see an inch ahead

Anything further is swathed in inky blackness

The glowing ember that struggles to breathe with him

And then, suddenly

A gulp of air that feeds the fire

The lightning that cuts through dark obsidian

Lightning that splits the sky with a glaring jolt

Bringing abrupt illumination to all the things he yearns to see

But lasting only a moment

For light cannot exist without darkness

The same lightning that gives birth to thunder

The sinuous stridency that pierces his heart

The despairing discord that engulfs once more

Beating, beating, beating

Who knew noise could bring so much pain

Turmoil and confusion, swirling over the surface of the deep

Swirling over the formless murky waters pooling at his feet

The reflection that he once saw so clearly, now marred by the ripples

Blurred by the vibrations cast by the tumultuous torrent of rain

‘Will the waters ever be still’ he pleads

But noise never lasts forever,

The suffering it brings, brings forth perseverance,

A moulding of the strength that has always been within him,

And ultimately brings forth hope,

Rain lasts only a season,

Darkness lasts only for the night and light comes forth in the morning,

The Spirit that hovers over those waters,

The one voice that speaks above the thunder,

The one voice that moves at one with the force of lightning,

“Let There Be Light!”

The one voice that will separate the light from the darkness,

And it will be good.

Written By Wilhelmine Wachter