Prowling in the Dark

My fears alone are prowling in the dark,

their hungry eyes see and haunt me.

 An invisible storm swirls through me,

as I silently cry out for your mercy.

 

The strong winds cleave the words from me,

amidst streaming tears of remembered pain.

 

Mixed with the ceaseless pounding rains,

my shattered heart begs for only grace.

 

The roar of thunder drowns out my cries,

I fall dumbstruck onto my knees.

 

The blackness surrounds me on all sides,

a distant spark of light pierces through.

 

Casting dancing shadows in the deep dark,

showing the only path away from confusion.

 

Towards the gentle dreams of dawns first light,

clinging to misty visions of hope and love.

~Mark Schutter ©2013