glory

stripped

empty

brought to every broken place

nailed to an unseen cross

a journey unrecorded by all but the Universe

unrecognizable and unhailed

and nowhere to go

but down or up

and up higher

maybe sometimes we don't leave ourselves the choice

any choice

but the hurricane of nothingness

the place of all terrors

the nightmares of total isolation

where, mustard seed in hand

we might have more than a chance to encounter

Eternity

and here, in another dark

night, I labor to stand

in this all-too-familiar place

waiting for the sun to find me

praying for one more opportunity to rise

and that this will be the last

needed

oh, God

speak to me again

or just exhale in my direction

reminding me of who I really am

let it be not of this world alone

if there is a song left, let me hear it

a dance, let me feel the steps

move this soul

out of despair into rejoicing

that the sun may not only rise

but that I may reflect it's

Light

and that more

may be seen in me

than this