While He is Gone...

A slight variation to the poetics aside prompt 'when he is gone'

While He is gone, beyond our vision

He who put on humble flesh so that He

Would suffer akin, every grief and temptation

That ever afflicted humanity…

While He is gone, where clouds of heaven

Received Him out of our feeble sight

He is preparing a royal wedding

Soon he will come to gather His bride

While he is gone, though generations

Pass, and creation groans in its grief

Yet still he lavishes goodness and mercy

Upon us, in spite of our unbelief

While He is gone, He is not extending

For our torment His patient grace

But while He is gone His love unending

Pleads for the lost beyond His embrace

While He is gone, though the clouds appear listless

And heaven seems distant; though deeply we yearn

What He has said will not be disregarded

In power and glory He will return 

© Janet Martin