17 March 2019 When bleeds the heart with heartache harsh and deep, And coiling loins are toiling, boiling hot, And tears descend across the landscape steep, Cascading in their anguish, frail and fraught With senseless queries gathered in a heap, I know not what my Father’s will has wrought. My flesh and bones within lament and weep Their anthems, day and night, in painful thought, Bereaved, in tune their grieving chorus keep Until they tie their harp-strings in a knot And drown themselves in dreary, dreamless sleep. My God, why have you seized what I have sought? Does my love grovel in the earth-dust, deep, While I must win the battles we have fought, But now alone, afraid, like one stray sheep? Is this my Father’s solace in the plot Of my new aweless story while I weep? His flawless wisdom is the woe he wrought! So now, my love, adieu! I let you sleep. Sleep on in blissful paradise where naught Of my distress can wound or burn, or leap Into the universe your Father bought With blood for you. But someday soon I’ll creep Into your world when sorrow turns to naught. Jeff Kemper has been a biology teacher, biblical studies instructor, editor, and painting contractor. He lives with his wife, Sue, in York County, Pennsylvania.