Darkness

I shrivel in the daily darkness that clouds my life. Where is my God?

Haven’t I endured enough? My heart is broken wide, my eyes do search for thee. Where are thou, my God?

Loss encompasses my days. The many blessings overshadowed by the one engulfing loss. God do not forsake me.

Tears, agony, despair ooze forth, my being squeezed dry as a mop. God am I filled to be squeezed again?

How long will darkness cloud my days? When will the glorious sun rise again?

I will remember the joys of past, so joy may burrow within til resurrected.

My God, you will bloom a new flower, a new scent, at the rising of the sun. Darkness will birth a glorious light.

And I will hold tight the life line drawn for me, beginning to end, til your brightness frees.

Is my gloom, after all, shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?  _{The Hound of Heaven
By Francis Thompson  (1859–1907)}

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