The Morning Found Faith

A man lost in darkness finds his light through faith.

In the dark of night.
Solemnly prospecting the lonesome universe.
He sees only the shadows that walk in the night.
What seemed so close, ceaselessly furthers away.
Swallowed by the oblivion of his mind.
Pondering through the memories that once swayed,
But in his mind only reminisce he shall find.
Twelve at night and the owl still awake.
Another shadow passes through before the morrow.
A shadow that shines in the light of wake.
Only shimmers of new found glory are in the making.
The presence lifts the sorrow thoughts.
A glimmer of faith has possessed this man.
What had such pain and trouble.
The battle fought is truly won.
The light of day has taken over.
And the nocturnal owl can now slumber.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems. Just another one of my shenanigan's writing. Hope you guys enjoy what I wrote here.