December Days

A dreary month of weeping ,
Of cloud and fog and rain,
Is sorrowful December,
And all the winds complain.
For trees are bare and flowers are gone,
And birds have hushed all song,
And days are short and sunless'
And nights are dark and long'

But let us wait in patience,
The days are swift to go,
And even sorrow does not stay
 Long on the earth below;
Some days must be for weeping'
But God  and heaven remain' And after night of darkness
The sun will shine again.

 

 

                                                                         Marianna Farningham

                                                                             From "Streams In The Desert"