Before
the sprouting of the sun,
Dusk declined
into forlorn obscurity.
A quiet
night conducive for madness.
Somebody
in our midst is on the offense,
Hovering
above faultless children,
Waiting
to kill a broken man
The
happiest man tonight, is gnashing his teeth…
Tell
God to ready the sun.
Undress
the armored night
This
powerful dark of eerier phantoms
Coming sun:
set alight again, the nightmare below.
I am your servant, Lord.
I know
you, because you have willed it,
Look at
my defenselessness.
Silent
in contrition
Fragile
in hurried resilience.
Content
and unwise in seeming trivialities,
Are you
filling the voids? Are you mending the cracks?
Are you
enabling my understanding?
I have
hoped in the sparsity of hope.
I knelt
to you even when your saints abased my faith,
In my
youth, I loved you, and delighted in your awkward mysteries.
Won’t
you, undo, undo, undo this spiteful night.
May you
reassure your child?
Steady the
foundations you built?
Defend the
precious you own?
…you
know how I speak, when I’m desperate.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
***Through
all these,
The waves were receding
Grace was
abounding,
Hope of
my heart, generous God.
Flood my heart with your presence. ***
You are
welcome here.
Enable my
faith
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