I LOST THE SUN.

 I LOST THE SUN.

I stood in the midst of the woods

like a page out of little red riding hood,

my flint on the ground my hands steady,

I struck a match and…

I lost the sun.

I stretched out beside the fire.

Its heat, my hands to warm...

Its light, my fear to ease...

But, I didn’t know I was deep in a mire

For before I could relax,

I lost the sun.

Asleep, yet awake

A sturdy soldier, I could never make...

My back rested on the tree,

My head on my chest,

As the crickets beat a steady drum on my knee...

I counted hours, while minutes crawled

I prayed for day, but night stayed,

And when dawn was come....

I lost the sun.

Gbooosh!!

I heard a loud noise,

and with it, a cacophony of voices.

I turned, frantic, a refuge to seek.

In my panic, I called out

but all I heard was naught

My fear arose

And…….

I lost the sun.

How did I wander?

I began to ponder...

For I was safe

In the refuge of the cave.

There, light was ever,

and the chill of darkness never.

It is an irony,

The idea, corny..

I stepped out of it, and….

I lost the sun.

Where is my lover?

In his arms, I want for no other.

Why did I leave his arms to run into the hell of the wild?

Tell my lover, I seek him,

I want to be close to his heart.

For the moment I stopped hearing it’s beat...

I lost the sun.

The forest was unfathomable...

My determination, indefatigable.

My desperation, inestimable

As I sought my inamoroto…

The voices closed around me.

My life, they threatened to steal

I walked, I ran, I flew

and in my despair, I only knew

I’d lost the sun.

I ran into a clearing

My steps anything but stealth.

The thorns, my skin, did tear

The dust, my face, did smear

I looked up, and there on a hill

was my lover, dying for me.

The tears came unbidden;

Its track on my cheeks, not hidden.

For at a place I’d least expect,

I found the SON.

The sharps rocks tore my feet

but I didn’t feel its prick.

My concern was for my lover

His suffering, I couldn’t bear

I knelt at foot of the cross

Where He’d been crucified

His wounds I wasn’t allowed to nurse.

Although they were for me and mine

He whispered, AND IT THUNDERED

"Though I’d been murdered

I’m here because I Love you"

His words were to my soul a balm

For in a place I did least expect...

I FOUND THE SON.

#Grace.