Yesterday my cousin died in a car accident. It's utterly heartbreaking for a multitude of reasons. Nonetheless, this is a sonnet I wrote for him, clinging as tightly as I can to the words of 1 Thessalonians 4:13.
Max
Today the wicked one approached my
eyes
To steal, with news of violent death,
my tears
His serpent stomach hungered for the
prize
Of tasting on his tongue my liquid
fears
And so he tossed at me this horrid word
Of final breaths from you, my kin and
friend
And with that word, despair in me was
stirred
And sorrow started flooding without
end
But right before the foe could fill
his cup
Your Savior claimed the tears upon my
face
He seized them as His own, then filled
them up
With promises of bloody hope and grace
Yes, still my stream of tears for you
is long
But now I cry with Easter in my song
