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Written on May 14, 2025
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solemn thoughts
meanderings
wandering over the night
stars glistening
on seas of ebony
nocturnal whispers, reflections
in moonlight inklings
stars hesitant
to glow, where the past peels back
layers of discord
naked,
scars boldly weeping
remembering…
darkness is a color
faded, distant
almost a prayer
for the moment before
the heart’s snow
falls, melancholic and bitter
like the wind
autumn’s rhythmic story
playing softly
gentle as the sun’s smile
blessing away the night
who blends silence
and a weary taste of misery
stars wink,
like an aching memory
crazed,
black as the sea
who tells me I’m lost
amid the clouds
where hope winces
and then
rides waves of distant prayers
praising…
night’s stark laughter
a stillness
blowing over my spirit
winsome and endless
soothing
through the fog
a lonely dewdrop
dripping
on the earth
on the rose
on the petals
wishing, wistfully
crying
to the touch
of memories, rushing in
a cold wind
like October
vibrant and colorful
shading the grass
silencing the past
reminding me
this time cannot last…
freely drawing
images
grace penetrating
seasons of praise
in the distance
an ache
vehement
this stays, the blessing
rising from the ashes
of a moonlit
story, hesitant
whispering on the still
breaking through
the thoughts
healing the night
of its doubts
restoring the beautiful
in the skies
where answers
are burning,
questions unheard….
victory
a star fades
and the night cries
tempting my faith
reminding me why…
the story is old
and I know
it is pure gold
the silence – so bold
memorizing,
surrendering
to the seas of a distant tear
the fear, losing
what is meant for me,
the One who died on a tree
saving me from hell
saving me from me
saving me so I see…
this is the reason
I believe
for every moment that I breathe
for every morning
each dawn still grieves
but shines, despite the mystery
and He blesses me
in spite of the darkness
in spite of the ebony
waves of grief
in spite of me
in spite of me…
Oh, God – dear God, I believe!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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