Sunday, November 9, 2008

Desperate

To my left
in shifting shadows
three accusers
glared at me,
Desperate to
descend the gavel,
choking out
my right to be.

I knew this had to
be a dream,
for I was told
to make no sound,
but close enough
to feel His warmth,
my One defender
held my ground.

His presence 'whelmed me
with His glow,
A tangible, pervading
...love...
filling me
beyond the night,
a mercy message
from above.

Awake, the darkness
marks the day
and deep despairing
hems me in,
seeking desperately
to ever,
once more
fall asleep in Him.

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