In A Sad Blindness, One May
Yet Find Hope
Rain falls, thunder crashes,
fierce winds blow, trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black and dreary day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages, worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead, sweet hope, a bright path leading to this life restart
With power to waken these weary, blinded eyes
and stop salty tears falling from splintered skies.
On this day, life should see beyond blackened storms
find solace in love and hope in my wife's loving arms
Yet, the wall of clouds yields to nothing in its great power
far more strength than this broken soul musters this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that ray of Light
healer of stab wounds from daggers, found on this dark night
I pray for the gift of wisdom to walk that brightly lit path
and release this saddened soul from the evil, wicked wrath.
Rain falls, thunder crashes, fierce winds blow trees away
I pray in supplication that tomorrow might be a gentler day.
I pray not for all this, on some other black and dreary day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages, worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead, sweet hope, a bright path leading to this life restart
With power to waken these weary, blinded eyes
and stop salty tears falling from splintered skies.
On this day, life should see beyond blackened storms
find solace in love and hope in my wife's loving arms
Yet, the wall of clouds yields to nothing in its great power
far more strength than this broken soul musters this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that ray of Light
healer of stab wounds from daggers, found on this dark night
I pray for the gift of wisdom to walk that brightly lit path
and release this saddened soul from the evil, wicked wrath.
Rain falls, thunder crashes, fierce winds blow trees away
I pray in supplication that tomorrow might be a gentler day.
Robert Lindley is poet from
the Southern USA. He has been writing poetry since 1969. Robert writes with the
intent to offer others words to enjoy and with high hopes he may inspire and
brighten lives in some way.
Well described Sad Blindness Robert, I like the described
ReplyDeletehopes for gentler day. Thanks for sharing.
Yancy
Dear Robert,
ReplyDeleteReally like the triumph hope revealed in your poem. We certainly need that in the times in which we live.
Thank you,
Michael
Robert,
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and well-written poem.
Your friend,
David Fox