Dark Days
I see bright purple lights
I know he is here
He has something for me
I pay attention with no fear
I see a tunnel
I do not want to go in
He beckons me forward
This race I must win
I drift through the darkness
Never seems to end
I feel intense panic
There's no light round the bend
Still urged further onward
Pitch is all my eyes can see
Searching for that light
Please, Please, is my plea!
Suddenly at the end
Of this endless black
I behold deep green grass
No sign of a track
It's not making sense
It's supposed to be light
What's with the grass
Then my journey takes flight
Outside the tunnel
Back to the entrance
I sit atop a train
My mind is in remembrance
Of what the ole train ride means
Metaphorically speaking
Celestial homecoming
After sorrow's reeking
No matter what angle
It all looks the same
This way and that way
The message is plain
I've been through the Dark Days
Come out into grass
Peace is it's meaning
Now I know it's no farce
Still that entrance is close
I can reach out and touch it
I know it's a coming
Though I need not have a fit
Hold on to the carriage
We are going on through
Dark days on the inside
Though at the end....
Tis all brand new.
Ch'erie de Perrott
Copyright 2005
Love Tinka
Outstanding write with powerful lesson, beautifully illustrated and penned! Thank you--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
Love and peace to you.
Regis
Reindeer
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Love,
Eileen
enjoyed much
William .......Peace & LOve
Felix/