This poem is deep. I heard it first, quoted, from Darlene Deibler Rose in a recording of her speaking about her experiences in Japanese labor camps. Powerful. I think I am afraid to enter into such depths, nor do I understand the meaning of such words, as she did…
A Peace that Cometh after Sorrow
Jessie Rose Gates
There is a peace that cometh after sorrow,
Of hope surrendered, not of hope fulfilled;
A peace that looketh not upon tomorrow,
But calmly on a tempest that it stilled.
A peace that lives not now in joy’s excesses,
Nor in the happy life of love secure;
But in the unerring strength the heart possesses,
Of conflicts won while learning to endure.
A peace there is, in sacrifice secluded,
A life subdued, from will and passion free;
Tis not the peace that over Eden brooded,
But that which triumphed in Gethsemane.