One winter night
This is a late post. I should have published this a few months ago but held back. Whether seasonal affective disorder, AKA seasonal depression, or not, I was urged to write my thoughts one winter night, and the words flowed like a raging river: Comfort me, my Lord. My fortress of solitude Touch my longing heart. Humbly, I cry out. Your spirit provides solace. Rest for the weary. In darkness, I dwell. Wandering, lost, searching. Trapped in silence. Bound, shackled by chains. Shall I embrace the darkness? Or, wait for a sign? Patiently, I wait, Like Samuel in the temple. To hear Your assuring voice. Your grace gives me strength. To quell the turmoil inside. An unseen battle.