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In my heart I feel it-
this cold and spectral hand
that would grasp me,
and bind me yet again.

It would pull me close,
In its dark embrace.
Feed me on its empty echoes,
And give me mist to drink.

With it comes the clouds-
dark, but thundering not-
instead of noise I hear nothing.

And in that darkness,
I fear I am lost.

Bound in silence?
How can that be?
Then what is that?
A noise?

muffled-
bound-
quiet-

but it continues.

It is not noise, though... is it?
It is a melody.

It is not strong enough,
Not hard enough,
Not loud enough to set me free,

but....


I can hear no words
except for one-
"hope"

From a crack in the clouds
-So small it is!-
A beam strikes.

It is not bright.
It is not strong.
It also has been shut away
much too long.

The light
-rather dim and dusty from disuse-
Is falling,
dipping,
weaving,
slicing,
cleaving.

My eyes strain to catch a glimpse-
Could it be?
It cannot.
Is it possible?
It is not.

but....

One arm free!
I strain-
teeth lock,
muscles scream,
I reach,
I reach for the light.

Inches from it's lighted path,
but never quite grasping it-

I remember

My muscles freeze...

What had I forgotten?
the Name.
How had I forgotten?
the Name.
Who had I forgotten?
the Name.

In the stillness I breath
the Name.

The light (no longer dusty)
flows into my hand.
My sword.
My friend.


I have never been
strong enough,
tough enough,
smart enough,
great enough,
nice enough,
good enough-
But I know who is,
And I am His.








Hmm.... yess.. well. Adam is posting for the first time in... wow. A very long time. Today was hard. A lot of things happened today. Yeah... and... I actually felt like crying until my tear-ducts wore out, several times, today. But... I guess through it all, that one little melody kept playing at the back of my mind: "hope". I was so filled with emotion, I had to get rid of it some way... so that's why I wrote that poem, and why I'm posting (for the first time in a long time).

I'm feeling alot better... and I know tomorrow His mercies will be new again.... but.. yeah. Today was hard.





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Arabella Skye Light
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Mon Apr 06, 2009 @ 12:08am


you know, you described it very well.


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