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.
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