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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.
Copyright ©
Thompson Emate
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