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 )
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