ONE DAY WE
WILL ALL KNOW WHY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
As I lay my
head upon my pillow
I heard whispers words so kind and mellow
My dreams sunk deep,
into my sheet
Whilst lavender cloaked my being
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing
My hand to my eyes
Such a surprise
The most beautiful yolky sun
Kissed the rainbow above
God sat on a harp
Surrounded by a crowd
Who danced on a marshmallow cloud
Wings did flutter
With beautiful hair, the colour of butter
Smiles which could be
seen for miles
God turned to me and it was then I saw
An image I have never seen before
I floated towards him and sat by his side
He held raindrops in tears I have cried
Waterfalls fell in silver droplets
I felt such relief
Wiped from me was the feeling of grief
It was as if I just knew all was going to be alright
Angels sang dressed all in white
But such a colour I have never seen so bright
Though no need to close my eyes for the light
As there was no pain now
Fingers to my brow
I struggled to take
everything in
Was this happening to me if so how?
How did I know that was God?
He wasn’t as I imagined him to be
It was as if my veins were wires
And I was being lit up to inspire
Though it was this moment I had to admire
And learn from what was before me
An angel knelt on one knee
He said go back through tunnels so black
And storms wild
You have the knowledge now to inform others
We are all sisters and brothers
We all have the same Father and Mother
We need to believe in a better world
Sometimes a speck so grey,
can mean a globe coloured
gold
a tiny stone can turn
it’s then we learn how the rocks were formed
when forests burn
inside we churn
but from that we learn
an angry voice
may have no choice
a factory smoking
can mean people choking
but from this we must learn
an infant’s death
a parent’s loss
is a lesson
don’t fight it with aggression
as time will come when we all must learn
one day we will be back together
in a land that will last forever
some ask if there’s a God
why does he make life hard?
what is the point of grief?
Like a thief
Stolen promises
Thorns on roses
It’s something we just have to learn
I wanted to ask but why?
Then it was as if I fell from the sky
One day we will all know why
© Fiona Cummings
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