Dark Places
When young, I recall that I once read That fools rush in where angels fear to tread
To every thing there is a time and a season* I experienced a time I was ill-equipped, unprepared.
Some 50 years ago, at a rehab house in Chicago I joined the leader and others praying for him
He was addicted to drugs among other things Perhaps the leader was well equipped for the task,
But as for me, I soon realized that I was in over my head That was when he cast his eyes on me and went on lockdown
He looked neither at nor even through me, but upon and within me I would love to say that I pushed back and demolished a citizen from hell,
But that is not a story that I can stick to, because 'fear' pushed me Backwards. Immediately, I felt like being in a zone of darkness, an evil
Presence, never before encountered. I recall that the faith-filled leader was Intent on casting out one or more demons, and I do not remember if any
Departed, but that I was taken aback and withdrew. And for certain, there was At least one thing that I took away with me, forever sealed in my heart.
I have shared Christ in deep dens of despair, shame, and sin, but there are Some dark places that I do not feel free to descend.
110320PSCtest, Hello Darkness My Old Friend, Anthony Biaanco *Ecclesiastes 3:1
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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