The dark.

The darkness descends,
A fog,
A weight,
An anxiety,
It settles on my shoulders
Gripping me tightly.
Are you there?
Do my words
Chill you?
They chill me.
It is easy to offer platitudes.
Words and sayings
That are repeated
Blandly
Without empathy
Or compassion.
Faith must dig deeper,
Finding the secrets
The pain and shame
That shadows the light in us.
Join me
In offering the comfort
That we pray for,
That we receive
That we long for
That comes
And goes
And calls us
Onwards.


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