Clouds of Grief

When ominous clouds of grief encroach
suffocating, squeezing, like a python its captive

Dark cloud

For every dark cloud…

may the sun of righteousness
arise with healing in its rays
setting you free to frolic like well-fed calves

Clouds breaking

are rays of sunshine waiting to break through

On my grief journey, I often encounter dark clouds, but then the sun breaks through and I’m reminded that the Lord is my strength (Malachi 4:2).

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