Transition

She cried in the depths of night.
Lingering questions, intense fear, and painful plight
A young, aching heart, and a tender, battered soul
Stricken by grief and dole
Abandoned in lonesome darkness
Bereft of her profound firmness;
She had once stood on peaks
But was now in a valley so deep
That the sun was but a distant memory
And anguish the only reality in this purgatory
"Will no help come?", said a feeble voice inside...

But of course He is always by her side
As when all faces turn
Just One awaits your return
His alone is without a masquerade
And yet His remembrance had fade.
From every soul, help she had sought
But One remained far from her thought
And now when all doors remain locked
She seeks the One that patiently awaited her knock

Ashamed at her meager faith
Baffled by her dilapidated state
She had no words to share, only tears to shed
And so she cried, cried in the depths of night..

But of course, He knew all along
Everything that she had undergone
And now finally to Him she had returned
But He withheld His help till the time destined;
As otherwise, she would be unprepared
For the path that lay beyond her to tread
And at the appointed hour, her plea was answered -

He made her rise once again
Rise from the depths of darkness and pain
To a height greater than from where she had fallen
To a place where her mind never dared to imagine
And the sun now gleamed like never before
To the farthest corners of her shore
And now her ordeal was but a forgotten bad dream
As she sailed in this fresh, new stream
And her boundless felicity knew no words but only tears
And so once again she cried, cried in the depths of night...