Monday, December 6, 2010


As I sit in the dark and quiet,
He comes to me
Whispering so quietly
I cannot differentiate his words
From my own breath.

He tells me things I used to know
And once believed
Before daylight had broken.
“Child, why all this pride and confidence?
What makes you special?”

…Have I lied to myself about me?
Am I nothing?
The insignificant.
I share my brokenness with humanity.
Enough with self-pity!

His chanting closes in about me.
I cannot escape
But begin to whimper.
“You are valueless, not priceless.
Get over yourself.”

Long ago, before the lights were dim,
Someone promised me
Everlasting day.
But now I feel this rescue is but
A fairytale.

Hours later, I discover his threats
Had numbed my heart.
Consciousness returns!
Masquerading as a knight, this dragon
would eat my soul.

I call out for lights and candles.
None are brought here.
…My wavering voice!
My hope falters and I atrophy
When light pours in.

Then someone picks me up gently
I am found.
With my ears deafened,
I hadn’t heard someone proclaiming
I am precious.

I'm not taking this silence any more.
Someone is singing
And my voice shall join.
It is a song of longsuffering love.
This song ignites me.


The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
{and hope does not put us to shame}