Walking with LightA Poem by PeteIn brokenness. Alone with tears. Abandoned in anguish. Indignant in isolation. Head heavy. Guts twisted and tangled. Heart moribund and mangled. Hunted by hungry hit-men. When life is all out of hope and serving seconds on sorrow. When the world plays games in which everyone loses. When night refuses to relent and heaven is hesitant. While faith takes a fast and your only friend is the fog. I wear emptiness like fruitless fashion. On bended knee. I cry out to a rag-tag band of twelve. Builders of boats. Brothers-in-arms. Saints and sinners. Harbingers of humanity. Masters of meaning. School me in the spirit. Teach me what you know. Tell me what you heard. Show me what you saw. When bushes burned and smoke spoke. When the blind saw and the lame walked. When water went still and prostitutes prayed. When nets were filled to overflowing with hope. When baskets were bountiful and cups overflowed. When mankind was matriculated and modified. When palm branches paved the way. When men in robes cast blame upon doves. When nails met wood with flesh between. When passion pled and the blood of innocence stained holy ground. When the dead rose. Turn this ship of fools around. Tear down wailing walls. Remove bereft blinders. Right what is wrong. Do not take long. Finish the story. Reveal its glory. So feet can dance and love abound. So night can end and day have its way. So stars can stay. From grains of sand to mountains high. Drops of rain to oceans wide. Speak to me. Mark me. Take me. Save Me. Make me feel what it's like ... ... walking with light ... © 2017 PeteFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on November 20, 2017 Last Updated on December 25, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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