Confronting Shadows

The day arrives with its light, The stranger hides in the night. Its tendrils linger within a chamber, Sometimes trailing us in our slumber. I seek the light, but the night pursues me; Each day is a walk across a turbulent sea. I tread along the paths of the Divine, Grafted firmly to the Vine. My chamber is a meadow of shadows, Awakened by the cries of the crows, This reveals what is unknown, It’s a mysterious zone. Alone in my room, Oblivious to the lurking gloom, I break free from its weight, Embarking on a journey to Zion’s gate. July 14, 2025.