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Showing posts with label darkness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label darkness. Show all posts

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Dark Road















How do I get to where I’m going
When I’m lost from where I came
Following the directions on the map
There’s only one, that I could blame

Traveling miles of lonely highway
Destined, still searching for a sign
Circumstance going terribly wrong
In bewilderment I’ve went half blind

Looking intensely from place to place
An empty promise far as the eye did see
Nothing appeared in my shadowed sight
Except, the dark road of emotional debris

Quick was gloom to penetrate around
In darkness, feeling my own despair
Caught by hours leading to midnight
Isolated, out in the middle of nowhere.

Patricia A Moore
November 20,2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Phoenix



















A foretoken given by day of Light
Descending through dark of night
Gray of ash upon the crest seen
Raked over coals down between.

In the shadows, reasoning of choice
Still and silent, as one with no voice
Fire was blazing with indignation
Roaring with the cry of damnation.

Understanding has gone amiss
Devoured in this burning abyss
Judgement echoes off the mount
For all to see, I stand in account.

Friendship once stood by my side
Fled with the wind, to run and hide
Partaking not, in decisions made
Yet it was not I, who felt betrayed.

Burned out by the fan of flames
All that is left, very little remains
Like a Phoenix, state of ruin I’m in
From ashes, resurrection will begin.

Patricia A. Moore
August 24, 2010

Friday, December 18, 2009

Star High

On my Christmas tree the star high
Glowed blissfully drawing me nigh,
The tree not adorned with silver or gold
But light that gleamed on things of old

From there I went to a place in time
Where out of the east, His star did shine
Through the darkness , while on their quest
Wise men sought Him, they were blessed

They ask whereof our sovereign King
Destiny cries out, glory of salvation sings
Lo, the star, was before them, light of love
Guidance gracefully flowing from above

Entering the dwelling of the young child
Worship took ground ,treasures compiled
From the dream my thoughts immerge nigh
Back to the Christmas tree on the STAR HIGH!

Patricia A Moore
December 18 2009