Recall
As real as the mist of despair was smothering my being and none seemed to care.
And as true the fact that hopelessness was my only helpless address.
Still I answered a call to the depths of my soul for redemption's light to visit my earthy Sheol.
With that a slim Sonbeam creased my midnight stay.
A glimpse of hope sent my way , beyond what I could do or say , called me towards that eternal day.
I could not comprehend how this could be or even imagine what was happening to me.
Only knowing I had been swept from dark to light , from location hopeless blindness to address hopeful sight.
So now I abide here, at hopeful sight, for the taste of despair proves redemption's light.
JE 2016
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