Harmonies of Crickets in tenebrous thickets
as un kept death etched in stone was found.
I wondered who plundered and strewn asunder
lightning followed by thunder then darkness abound.
Vision became shadowed as moonlight
was hidden behind a cloud
and all was colored in granite of night
while melancholy were the cressive sounds.
Here at this place of death
depression was a weight I bore.
I remembered past thinking I was sublime
now I surely think this no more.
I looked to a statue of a Crucifix
with pain so well expressed.
I accept tonight my Lord Jesus Christ
please help me move forwards and not regress.
The Cathedral bells rang 12
as I shed as many tears.
When clouds gave
way Gods son drew near.
This comfort in darkness kept me from the brink
while tears did smear this poets ink
I gained in the pain and was set free
as Christs shadowed profile touched my knee.
I have another of the same title and if I can find it will try and merge the 2.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem