Discovering Spiritual Truths & Celebrating God's Grace in the Every Day Happenings of Life.
What a crummy couple of days it has been. Cold. Cloudy. Gray. Wet. Blah!
Sometimes the weather of such a few days can creep into our psyche and cloud our spirits. These rainy days are usually when we would rather just call in sick, pull the covers back over our head and stay in bed.
Here is a fitting poem entitled “The Rainy Day,” by 19th century poet Henry W. Longfellow.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains ,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
As I read this poem, I could not help but think of the close of our dark Lenten season. Easter is just around the corner. No matter how long or how hard it rains, the sun will shine again. Like a rainbow at the end of a storm, these dreary days will not last. Pretty soon, the Son will rise. We will be refueled with the hope and joy of our risen Jesus!
Pastor Steve Vera