Thursday, March 25, 2010




There is a dark cloud,
I hear it calling,
it knows my name,
it knows my pain
it gathers me in
a grey mist
of no returns.

Here is the struggle,
for to struggle is in vain
here is receiving
accepting , to remain
in a place of graced acceptance
even though the darkness falls,
In a place of failure
even though accusations call.

There is a gentle rain
I hear it calling,
it knows my mind
the lies that blind
it gathers me in
a torrent of love's
eternal returns.



2 Comments:

Blogger Peter Stone said...

I can relate to this.
Struggling against the pain, fearing and fighting, just makes it worse.
But learning to be content in any and every situation, to accept our circumstances instead of fighting them, by being joyful, by trusting in God, by recognizing that He remains in control, that brings relief.

5:15 pm  
Blogger Unknown said...

Yes, sometimes we can bring about our own survival, but at other times the dark is overwhelming. It has it's own momentum. Thank you so much for stopping by my little blog

6:52 pm  

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