The darkness of the starless night chokes
as it lets out all those
haunting thoughts;
The silence that each day-end brings
is a thousand bells’
deafening rings.
As I walk through this dark valley,
aloneness’ gripping cold
envelops me;
Stripped of every pleasure and pride,
here is a soul crushed . .
. wounded in each stride.
In this dreaded alley I was stripped
of everything I dreamed of
and built;
`Nothing here that I possess and own . . .
no label to define what I am.
But . . . with this humbling emptiness,
Your outpoured love I can –
in time – possess;
And only through my brokenness and hurts
can my heart become truly
contrite.
When the darkness has served its purpose . . .
When the last bit of me has
ceased . . .
Then Your great light will my soul behold . . .
and “I” whom You’ve re-molded shall unfold.
philip briana
May 18, 2009
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