by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: February 19, 2008

THE GLOW

The moon's eclipse had masked my soul,
As longings lunged for full control.
I dared not open up my eyes,
Afraid to view the dark night skies.

In taxing turmoil, sorrows black,
From whence there seemed no turning back,
The lunar light lent no assist,
To offer reason to exist.

Despair then threatened to destroy
Obliterating all my joy.
Entrenched in mire to my chin,
I sensed, in sorrow, guilt as sin.

Until the Sun of Light arose,
Just how, tis Heaven only knows.
But inner life bestowed a seed,
And from regrets, I then was freed.

The moon's eclipse and dark most foul
May never make me bay and howl.
My soul is well, though once twas sick.
I need not be a lunatic!

My course is set upon the Son,
Who every victory yet has won.
Though darkness threaten, I can stand
Complete with Heaven's helping hand.

A glow of life surrounds me now,
Arising from a solemn vow.
His covenant, it makes me swoon,
Far greater than the changing moon.

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