I battle against the waves of despair
My head barely above water
It seeks to drown me
It seeks to take me under
My anxiety builds; it taunts me
It threatens to tear me asunder
I am afraid,
Will I remain or will I falter?
I will let out tears,
And leave my burdens at God’s alter;
I will try to patiently wait for my rescue
As I wade in the lonely, deep, and dark waters.
Category: Poetry
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My Lord, my God,
Please hear my cry;
For without your love
My soul will die. -
The walk of the sufferer is slow and staggered. Every step taken with foreboding and trepidation. They are worn and emaciated in appearance, for they are haggard. The longing of their souls is like a never ending prayer sent up from darkest of the dark and desolate places. To count their stories is to see a sea of despondent faces. I have dreamed many dreams of tranquility, and of that oh so peaceful stream. I have contended with the darkness, and now know it intimately; it is not a friend of mine, for it seeks to destroy me. I have heard the loud cawing of the crow; I have seen the terrors of the night and the eyes that glow; it has fed on my misery and sorrow. It has fattened its belly with the essence of the lost souls that are now hollow. It has rendered men soulless vessels of bone, blood, and muscle. It has taken. It has devoured. The souls of men seek reprieve and comfort, but their portion has been akin to an eternal purgatory without the promise of heaven. The weight and heaviness of sorrow and sadness, crushes the spirit and turns it to fine dust. The darkness comes quickly and inhales the remnants with vile euphoria. Like vultures to putrid and rotten flesh, there is nothing left to denote what was, or what could have been, just nothingness and the foul smelling void intermingled with horror.
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My heart rate rises and perspiration ensues;
I try to hold it back, but it is persistent in it’s pursuit.
I curse it to hell, but it is not easily compelled;
Anger rushes in with the deepness of a well.
I try again valiantly as I press against it’s will,
But I have been infiltrated, now the battle is uphill.
My thoughts now consume me; my body tense with fear;
I cry out to the heavens, in hopes that God will hear.
I listlessly wait for an answer or a sign,
But in a dark room, I realize the cross to bear is mine. -
With a warm holding of the hands and a reassuring kiss, she revived his ailing spirit once more; It was then that he realized he needed her love to survive, and pledge his eternal love for her from thenceforth and forevermore.
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With tears in her eyes
And in heavy sorrow
She stares at the world,
But the world pretends
Not to see her pain;
With a face of desolate numbness
She sits by a solitary window
To look out at the dark skies and rain. -
Remember our love
Remember our hearts
Remember our beauty
Remember our talks;Remember our pain
Remember our plight
Remember our suffering
Remember our fight;Remember our torment
Remember our eyes
Remember our sorrow
Remember our cries. -
Weary souls seek refuge
To come in from the cold
From dark and perilous nights,
And fierce and dogged fights
As they walk into that light
Oh, that divine and wondrous light,
And no more face that night,
That dark and treacherous night;
Where sleeplessness abounds
And sorrow and misery are found,
They were once in anguish bound
In torment they were bound,
But now have found their way
To that promised and glorious day
In peacefulness and light;
To the world they say goodnight,
In tranquil rest they say goodnight. -
Love, please do not forsake me
Invigorate my spirit and awake me
Let me see the sun shine again
Rescue me from the depths of hell
Let me kiss you with a kiss of longing
Revive me and embrace me in your warmth
Let us spend many wonderful seasons together
Let me forget my pain and find reprieve in you
Allow me to sleep gently in your arms and find rest in you
I will not be ashamed when calling your name
I will make clear my proclamations for you on the highest mountains
I will await your presence with patience and eager anticipation
A peaceful warmth comes over me at the though of your comfort
Love, let us slow dance together in the dusk of the twilight
After the twilight, let us lie in lush fields and kiss under the starlight
Let me pour out my heart to you and tell you of my troubles
Let me speak to you in soft tones, and whisper passionate words
Allow me to release my pain and cry tears of sorrow in your presence
I will tell you of my loss and my plight: I will tell you of my struggle and fight
Be patient with me and look past my many faults, for I am but a man
Love, whisper beautiful thoughts to me under the shade of a giant oak tree
I will await you patiently on the morrow, in hopes that you will finally find me. -
Of life’s trials
The billows of tribulation
I deeply inhale;
The hot and putrid smoke
Ascends from the dark abyss,
It burns my nostrils and blisters my skin
As it tests my will;
With tears in my eyes I will fight;
I will not relent,
For the winds of hell shall not prevail.
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