All’s well with me.

All’s well with me.


When my world crumbled
numbness spread through
body, mind and soul.
Darkness filled my being
muting the outside world.
Unaccountable deafness
a blessing, took on and I heard
not a single word of sympathy.

The sky overshadowed, a mass of grey
a sure sign of torrential downpour
unseasonal, unnatural with spring around.
Yet, even nature cannot break a cycle
meant to retain balance, rejuvenation.

At the daybreak, an orange-red sun
with a golden aura crept up the horizon.
Soon the sky rang with bird song
carried to my window on a windy flute.
And, I knew it is well with my soul.
Praise be to Him, my Heavenly Father!


Lines: 19
Words: 110
Prompt: It is Well with My Soul by the BYU Vocal Point

Written for Legendary Mask's The Lighthouse Poetry Contests.