Sunday, August 12, 2012

Poem-Hanging by a Thread

The spirit of this age is chasing me.
A spiraling, unfurling, dark cloud of deceit.

It chases, chokes, and blinds, while I grasp a thread from earth to heaven,
clinging for true spiritual life.

Yet, the spirit darkens and shouts lies,
"Jesus isn't the only way!
Forsake all, come out and play!
All truth is truth, so don't delay,
to join the crowds in mayhem."

But, then, I remember...
This loud fight for my soul
must mean
that I'm someone worth fighting for.
And my truth is a light worth snuffing out...

The darkness cannot overcome
while I climb my thread
grasping like a rope in gym class.

I stay desperate...
reaching for you.


  1. Beautiful Dawn, pain and hope woven together. He is good. Love you.

    1. Love you, dear friend. Thankful to have you in my life as one who always, "looks up."

  2. I know these feelings well. Great poem, Dawn.

    1. Thank you, Mrs. Miller. I've been thinking about you a lot today.