My light is taken over. The darkness covers all.
Swollen clouds are hovering and the drops begin to fall.

Dismal skies bring somber eyes and fullness brings the rain
As sorrows, through a hazy view, stream down my window pane.

The rhythm of my heartbeat meets my heavy soul’s release.
A silent storm is raging and its pain begins to feast.

The thunder is my anger and its lightning strikes my mind.
A binding wind is blowing cold. I’ve failed the test of time.

Your canopy extends to me against an air so bleak.
Your branches touch my weary soul and nudge me on to seek.

In the clearing I see shelter with a Light that shines within.
Amidst the pour, there’s an opened door to forgive me of my sin.


This poem may NOT be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, transmitted in any form or by any means including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without written permission from the author, R’chelle Cyrus-Hughes.


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