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    • Stacey Robinson

    • January 26, 2015 in Bloggers

    The darkness did not save me

    Darkness was not enough
    not even one I could
    touch, a darkness
    I could feel,
    like a curtain
    of silk, light
    and smooth
    and flowing
    like liquid night.
    It covered my eyes
    and weighed upon me
    so I could not move
    or change.
    Darkness was not enough
    to soften my petrified
    heart. It drifted, with infinite
    and a glimmer
    of God,
    And settled there,
    between stutterstep beats,
    heavier than silence
    or time,
    Until my heart,
    heavy as Darkness
    cracked, a lattice work of
    Thin lines, though it did
    not Break.

    Darkness was not enough
    to soften my heart,
    or free me from the
    bondage of my
    self. But light shone
    through those cracks
    Rivers of color
    and heat, bathing me
    in holiness
    and grace.

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