Sunday evening poetry corner

Revival Came

Revival came:

Not in a cascade of noise and praise

But quietly, unseen, uncelebrated.

It came, heralded not by Alleluias

But by tears and sighs.

Revival came:

Not in tongues of flame

Or dramatic outpourings,

But in shared silence, tear-stained vigils;

In listening, rather than explaining.

Revival came:

Not through feeling holier

Nor suddenly being on Cloud Nine,

But in being known, accepted

Warts and all, even in despair.

And revival came:

Not in a noisy battle or struggle,

Nor through a sudden mass-revelation

Of deep things suddenly understood;

Revival came heart by heart, one by one.

Revival came

As Love stared into the darkness,

Stood and wept into another's wounds

And washed as it wept

And healed and cleaned and comforted.

And revived.