Emmy Veronica Sanders

YOU are the wave that ever

Batters our lonely shore;

You are in each sweet fruit

The bitter core.

You are the night that smothers

The day’s last gleam,

And in the peace of sleep

You are the fitful dream.

You are the blackness hovering

In the heart of each golden flame;

You are the threat ever changing,

Yet ever the same.

You stand at the end of each path—

The immovable dumb rock of slate.

You are the weariness

Halting our leaden gait.

Yours is the voice of the wind

Over the frozen plain

And the dark hand of the Sower

Sowing the seed of pain.

You are the mist that hides

The promise of far green hills;

And on each budding faith

You are the frost that kills.

You are the Chastising Rod,

You are the Reckoning;

You are the Shadow that follows

Each Thing.