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Foggy Night, Foggy Light
Gray, with splashes of color
Hues of fog
Brilliant whites
Opaque reds
And hard blues
My mind longs to return
To those poetic moments
Of years ago
Alas, I may never return
For nothing remains the same
I suppose my writing
Is all the more painful now
All the more dull
Save the Lord deliver my soul
Back to the brilliant light
And the freedom to live
Spectacular foggy night
My mind too is foggy
With blips of music
And thoughts shimmering
Through the mist
If I had more faith
Then I would have less fear
And without fear
I am free
But for now
Uncertainty masters my soul
Even as I plan
A freedom run
Yet in these days
I have found strength
In familiar voices
Inspiration to do good
From hearts that are one
Yea, I shall call myself silly
One day
For this folly
This lack of bravery
Even these tears
Perhaps my bones grow too weary
I have traveled long
Yet I still have a path to go
2007-10-20
02:28:56
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I have not blazed
Not set afire as I pleased
For the fire must be set
Beyond going out
That my loved ones
Would carry the torch
Of righteousness
In Jesus’ name
2007-10-20
02:30:03 ·
update #1
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Thanks for reading this long submission.
2007-10-20
02:30:38 ·
update #2