Treasure Island

Harry Martin


Dark the Night


Dark the night,
embraced only by the empty ache of loneliness.
Dark the clouds,
with their cold caress of sorrow.

Questions torn from the heart,
borne on the wind,
buffet the soul,
with stinging tears.

Weary and in pain,
stumbling in the dark,
with wounds confounding
his senses.

But, the whisper of dawn is heard..

'I know and understand,
your needs and your hopes,
they are of My design...
Surrender to My arms
know my Holy Love'

Surrendering anew,
Light from dawn beckoned,
In weary hope he saw
that His Love would never die.

Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2005
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