Among Shadows

In a world where whispers strike like stones, Where unseen eyes cast chilling tones, Where silent shadows weave their thread, The Lord walks close beside my tread. When hearts grow cold and hands withhold, And greed’s sharp edge is bright and bold, A hidden grace begins to rise, A light unseen beneath dark skies. Rivers of words like secrets flow, Ominous winds begin to blow, Where will you flee when dusk draws near, When shadows speak but none hear clear? In forests thick with thorn and snare, Where whispered winds breed doubt and care, The shadows hunt in silent packs, They pull the roots and break the tracks. When insecurity spreads its vine, It coils and strangles, slow, malign, Their grasp is poison, cold and sly, To make your light fade, dim, and die. They are the mirrors cracked and worn, Reflections twisted, cold, and torn, Feeding on the fractures they create, Hungry shadows fueled by hate. Their voices sound the storm’s harsh cry, Blinding stars that cloud the sky, They seek to forge you in their flame, A clay to mold but not your name. Yet in this night, a whisper grows— A seed of strength the dark can’t close. It blooms in silence, soft and sure, A shield of faith that will endure. For shadows shrink when light is near, And courage casts away the fear. The Lord’s hand guides through thick and thin, A steady heart that beats within. So walk through shadows, hold your flame, Unbowed, unbroken—free to claim The dawn beyond the darkest veil, Where hope and light will never fail.