Evening Poem of Learning

by James Riscinti

Even in the valleys deep,

one may cry, one may weep.

By God’s Mercy comes a Song,

of deliverance, from what’s wrong.

Thou I do not understand,

yet, All is purposed by God’s Hand.

What I know, I need to learn,

thou it’s painful, thou it burns.

The experience that teaches me,

of all of which I need to be.

So if in heartache, I suffer loss,

I know it’s not a wasted cost.