God's Shining
Walled in and there is left no view;
I am alone within this room
of circumstance. There is no space
light, entering, might pierce the gloom.
Cold stone encircles me about;
blindly, frantically, I grope
from side to side and round again,
consuming utterly all hope.
Has despair ever been this loved
or desperation half as sweet
as the hour they taught surrender
to my impatient, weary feet?
My agitated soul grows calm;
within the cell contentment reigns
for God's shining now discovered
invades the darkness from within.
Copyright, 1987
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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