You tell me of your light
Though the darkened window chills my soul
And as you speak I know
That you know not the depths
That darknes just is
And is not light
And you stand
Arms outstretched
To pull me into your light
And out of the divine
The sacred dark
For pain is sacred
Though we do not know it
Why don’t you
Come into my divine darkness
Instead of trying to pull me
Into your light
I am sure He is there somewhere…
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Yes, I see the darkness itself as being sacred. Though most people don’t.
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Love this one my friend 🖤
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Thanks so much ❤️
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You’re always welcome 🖤
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❤️
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I think it is too… I have never been nervous or afraid in the dark…
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A wonderful poem lorraine! ❤
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