Draw me into the Light
Strip with fierce passion
This charred black shroud of mourning
Draw me into the Light
Intoxicate with nimble touch
These calloused membranes collecting dust
Draw me in the Light
Saturate with heavy emotion
Colorless walls disintegrating from neglect
Draw me into the Light
Baptize with sweet desire
Dampened dungeons trapped in memory
Once, prolific beauty
Draw me in the Light
Draw me into the fire of Your eyes
Draw me into the Light
Draw me into Your delight
Draw me into the Light
3 comments:
this kinda gives me chills. Phil and I spent a good deal of time talking about the notion of light and the scriptures. And here, i go to your blog and read this. Phil is struggling with how to preach about light in terms of what it means when God created light. Is light a metaphor for something? or is it a reality? How fantastic that you wrote a poem about it!!!!!
It's awesome to see you in the light, btw. your smile is imbued with a splendor it did not have before.
The light, peels away the layers. Layers of sadness, worry, depression. each verse lifts one more. whenever I think of ourselves as layers, Shrek had it right. we are like onions. I felt like the light is that one think that there always seems to be, God, or whoever you believe, that brings you out, that lifts you up, that allows you to let go and move forward. My soul morns for these words. that you can take what we all have felt at least once or everyday and place them down with such beauty... this I love.
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