June 14, 2015
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In this darkest of night
Silent,
blinded
an uncertain journey, am I bent
to take, ignoring warnings chidedTo dive
the deep
abyss of uncertainty. Alive,
unsure I am after this big leap.The pomp
comforts
of a world I once embraced, I dump
for a new reality. Efforts.But lo!
The pain
an accusing finger could cause – slow,
deep. All my dreams, hopes, life, stripped, robbed, slain.My past
is passed.
Why the stern eye on me she cast
when my sins to her I confessed?My life
divulged.
The goblin, her laughter full of strife
on my pains, fears, with gusto she gorged.In this darkest hour
I blindly seek your hand
and in your embrace I cower
hiding from the shame I shunned.In this darkest of night
I only have but you
to turn to, as a bright light
that livens a path so blue.Murmurs of trust, so calm
silent whispers of love
for a wounded soul, a balm;
for a pained pierced heart, a salve.In this darkest of night
I only have but you
on you will I never leave sight
my life will I offer to you.Tribo © 2014
Comments (6)
Darkness is a stage towards the ultimate light... May the Lady of the mountain guide you there Igsoon...
thank you, Padre... this was the poem I submitted to you on our class on John of the Cross
This is a poem which may be a prayer in verses with rhymes . A prayer from someone who can be each of us .
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In friendship
Michel
Thank you, Michel
Given the events in our city of Charleston, this reference to the darkest of nights is most prescient.
@RighteousBruin: the dark night is so universal and we all go through it... we pray for the victims of the Charleston killing, and even for the perpetrator who i'm sure is undergoing his dark night as well...
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