In the mid-night
I awake,
out of sleep..
I quake.
NIGHT reaches out
to consume me,
DARKNESS so
thick,
I can't breathe.
I forget
I am part Light.
Weakened by FRIGHT,
Robbed of my might,
I can't think...
I can't fight.
Images of my SINS
FILL ME.
Their purpose:
to KILL me,
with their guilt
and their shame
and other weapons
I can't name.
Suffocation begins:
I KNOW I CAN't win
My mind is CONFUSED
and I KNOW
I WILL loose...
my LIFE.
But..
Then a single word
is spoken,
And it's not just a token
against Darkness unbroken.
It is apart and away
from anything I can say,
Its clarity grows
and my mind knows:
"NO."
STRONG is the WORD..
was it really what
I heard?
Then as if to clear
doubt, again as a shout:
"NO!"
And like the mouth of a cave,
or a great receeding wave,
the darkness and night
back away from the LIGHT
that begins to grow bright.
"Father, My God..."
and then... a
confirming nod;
Nothing I can see
just an affirmation
in me.
His Mercy and Grace,
then shine their face(s)
and break the fear
and the night,
and bring on the LIGHT.
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Publié sur e-Stories.org sur 09.09.2009.
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