From night to day (a poem)

When the night in darkness veiled, Obscures this solitary trail

“The way is hard!” my soul complains, weary of the toil and pain

Yet trudging on through barren lands, no aid in sight from mortal man

Hidden from all human eyes; Voicing only muted cries

Then face upturned and heart exposed, my tears pool on the ground below

Raw need and longing, strong and fierce, hurled to the sky, the heavens pierced

The veil pulled back, my heart alive, “My Beloved!” is my cry

Kingly Presence all around, knees give way, face to the ground

When the night in glory bathed Illuminates the way with grace. All sorrow gone, I’ve seen His face

No Light – No Hope

In darkened lands, where no light dwells
Where no voice yet the gospel tells

A people lost and with no hope
No light, so they in darkness grope

My heart so long in ignorance
Or should we call it avoidance?

So easy, life, when all concerns
On that for which my own heart yearns

But God says “Daughter, you must see
The multitudes that know not me

And if your heart breaks not at this
Then has your faith not gone amiss?”

So now a heart that sees, that knows
Is this not the heart that goes?

Or do I stay and yet deny
That I have ever heard the cry

Of people lost and with no hope
No light, so they in darkness grope