by Eris Cardin

Thunder rumbles in the distance,
A stirring lullaby,
Measured, quiet in this instance,
Quivering the sky.
Sleep enfolds me like a blanket,
A gentle touch of peace,
A soothing lullaby.
Guilt surrounds me in a cloud,
Shame invokes its shadowed shroud;
Sleep dulls the pain and wraps me in oblivion.

Thunder rumbles, shakes the windowpane;
It rumbles through the sky.
I hear the storm and wish for rain,
A cleansing lullaby.
If tears would trickle down my cheeks
Would there be relief?
My hope, is strong, but I am weak;
I cling to guilt through unbelief.
Where then should I begin?

My soul is lost in endless oceans—
And yet my Savior cries—
The One Who spoke and formed the universe
Calls out beyond the storm-streaked skies.
“Listen to my declaration,
The mightiest lullaby.
I have shattered Adam’s curse
You soar above the tide.
Your sense of guilt has no foundation
Because I died.”

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Eris Cardin is a young writer who is passionate about writing poetry. She specifically loves writing poetry for and about our Lord Jesus. She has an email list where she regularly shares flash fiction, writing updates and poetry. You can sign up at https://sendfox.com/shardsofrhythmanddreams.