LOCUSTS
I will restore to you the years
which the swarming locust has eaten,
the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter,
my great army, which I sent among you.
Joel 2:25 RSV
He said He would
restore the years
locusts ate,
for surely He saw
the hundred billion swarm,
their shimmering brown wings
eclipsing the sun
as they munched my years,
grew fat and satisfied
on tender green sorrows.
Their feasting
left me gnawed,
bare, bereft.
One sweet morning
I awoke in peace,
sunlight streaming
through the windowpane.
Of course, He kept His promise.
The cloud has long cleared;
flesh has returned to my bones.
Like Job,
I’ve emerged
from devastation
with blessings
even more bounteous
than before.
Numbering them,
I thank Him
through glistening tears.
Remember this
if my old locusts
ever swing around
and fly your way.
Maude Carolan
This poem was written many years ago after I emerged from years of deep sorrow. A friend recently reminded me that she read this poem at her wedding, more than a decade ago. God did it for me, He did it for her, He'll do it for you. He is a God of restoration!
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