The Long Dark Night Of The Soul. A poem by: Steven Phillips My heart is cramped in a ball within my chest. Pain shoots down my arms, and yet, I don’t care. Dying would not be a threat but a luxury. If my body can do the deed that my courage could not... what bliss! Those who conspire against me increase unhindered, as they plot my fate. Who will deliver me? He who hold me holds me so loosely, so as to increase my fear, and then says, “Trust me.” Would a Father hold his child over a precipice for effect? Or shelter him in his arms so closely that no fear could befall him. This is not my Father who tempts me. It is another, disguised. My fear/faith self within me cries, I have no strength left to fight. Laying down, I leave my fate to Destiny alone. Long dark night of the soul! I weep for dawn I cry for morning’s light. Around the world Many times and then, around city streets where no one ventures I have stared at the blazing sun un squintingly, and looked death in the eye. But Who shall deliver me? If not the One I’ve trusted for so long, then none. I wait here alone... come swiftly before mornings light. Faith is only this next moment. Life is only as long as now. I see no escape but one. I wait here alone.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 02:52:14 +0000
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