I search for resilience on the cold dark street
hours before dawn
shivering in silent prayer
contemplating decades of sorrow
while I am still reeling
from the inward ill effects
of so many forms of death
that have pursued me like an enemy.
I've been worn out and depressed
like an over- due suicide,
I've stood friendless on church steps
Feeling godless and alone
with too many sins to forget
but I promise to be delighted and alive
to greet the new day arriving like a Christmas gift
that I wasn't expecting.
3: 59AM 11-10-2017
Feeling godless is so sad. Leading life in love towards God is nice...10
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Your words are like sermons to the broken hearted poets, who wander dark alleys, alone at night, looking for the haven, the sanctuary, of a lamplight's embrace. WONDERFUL piece, as usual!