The Void

The Void

Prisoner in this mind,

With fears and doubts rampantly running,

Screams echoing in the tumbling darkness

As I grope and claw for Light,

For Breath,

For the Hope I once held in my Hands.

Captive to a thousand harbingers of uncertainty,

Shaking and Trembling in the Pitch that Darkly Surrounds,

Devouring my Soul.

Asking,

Waiting,

Stubbornly refusing to Surrender to the harrowing blackness.

Faith Stands.

Faith Waits.

Faith Holds Her Fragile Breath and Stares into the Starless sky,

Seeing Only Light,

Luminous, Streaming, Sparkling Light,

In Gossamer Tangles and Silken Pools that Glimmer Radiantly,

Filling the Heart in the Barren Void.

~Morgan~
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18 Comments

  1. Sounds to me you are about to go up another level in your Spiritual Growth, my friend. The Void is never fun yet once through, the rejoicing is great, and the Gifts are many. Love, Amy

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