The Dark

Slowly trudging,

Heaving deeply.

Heavy bricks,

Feet are sinking.

Head sulks low,

Tears may flow.

Step by step,

Hour by hour,

The tussles of life

Refuse to cower.

Odds are stacked,

Vitality is lacked.

The clouds grow dark,

The pain is sharp.

The wheel keeps turning,

Anxiety churning,

World’s still burning.

And yet still there’s yearning,

for something more

than petty chores and

lists and deadlines,

an endless score.

Are things as hopeless as they seem?

Or is this life just a clouded dream?

I think not,

If truth be spoken.

There is a light leading

to our heavenly token.

What once was shattered

and badly broken,

Can be repaired

with His great works,

And with the words that He has spoken,

“So do not fear,

for I am with you;

do not be dismayed...

I will strengthen you and help you;

I will uphold you

with my righteous hand” (Isaiah 41:10)

Remember this,

With peaceful heart,

And know that never will you be,

Wholly or hopelessly in the dark.