TORCH
Guide me to
the light with the flame that lit your wet stick
Guide to the
place where I can dream without the fear
Guide me, oh
flame, to the time where I can speak of my pain
For today, I’m
again stuck within my lips and unable to scream my misery
The dawn had
brought a temporal relief from the demons that fight my slumber.
“Come away
with me, little one. I’ll show you a game to ponder”.
The voice called out
to me, and my innocent mind failed to hear its evil
Misery woke
me up with a start and my fingers failed to rub the smear from my lids.
When will I partake
of the fun-fare the bright light brings in the night
I am again
locked in the cocoon of my own arms, and my tired eyes sees salvation as a
mountain I could never climb.
My situation
awoke depression,
I began to
dwell on the dearth that is my circumstance
I pondered, and
bam!, there came a solution.
I picked a
knife, and put it on my wrist just like I saw on the television
Back and
forth
Back and
forth
I strengthened
my hold
But my veins
refuse to open up for my dirtied blood to flow
I walked to
school, again safe in the dreary dark of my mind
I saw the
big truck coming and walked towards it so it could befall me
I blinked and
I was back on the sidewalk,
watching the truck’s ride merrily down the slope
watching the truck’s ride merrily down the slope
Death ran
from my open arms and evaded my wanting calls.
Thinking again
of a way to beat nature’s hero, I set my mind to best her bravado
And…
suddenly… a ray of bright snuck into my daydream
“I love you”
was the voice.
It spake to
me.
Never before
have I felt the power of those words, and my defenses stood to pull down their
potency.
“I love you”
“I love you”
They came,
a
litany,
and then a mantra,
and then a mantra,
drowning my lethargy.
They went
inside me and swept me clean of my burdens.
The Word
bled for me, giving His life for mine
He purged my
filth and pulled down my defenses.
My slate was
wiped, and my tears, dried.
My phlegm infested
throat gave way for the music he brought to my soul
And I sang “amazing
grace, how sweet the sound, the sweetest song I know”.
What a marvelous torch that set my heart on fire. Amazing grace indeed reached out to me when I was at hell's door. It drew my feet from the miry clay and set them on the solid rock where, by His wonderful grace I will not slide. I so love this post.
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