Blessed Hope, Rays of True Light, and Silent Prayer

Blessed Hope, Rays Of True Light, And Silent Prayer An ancient man in darken and morbid cloud no longer full of vigor and foolishly proud Constant lashing winds, setting heart aghast as rising black and purple waves cry of the past Beseeching heavens for signs of relief from darkness in the marrows, sorrows in the grief Aching bones that magnify colder chills fleet footed shadows dance around fresh bloody kills! Accursed dreams, their vengeance harsh and real each from darkest dark, into brightest sunlight spills No clean water to wash away his curse as both agony and misery becomes worse Single ray of light breaks through each high noon from weakened promise, salvation rain may come soon For decades, that dear hope has stayed alive within its fleeting happiness, his soul survives! Death has danced forward and its blade sliced in deep A young and truly innocent soul, fast asleep Lo! Fate's wicked companion, may next my soul choose In that dying moment, I my composure lose! I had prepared, with courage born of true heart With my faith seek, much sweeter realm for my restart Death is abject darkness, its great destructive waves Accepts only victory, denies Light that saves! R.J. Lindley, January 6th, 1979 Rhyme, ( Hope's True Arrow, Shot Straight As The Crow Flies )