Omnipresence in the Dark Night of the Soul

Embracing the darkest night of my soul,
Whispering gentle devotions so the spirit takes control
I begin to cry while I have the world at my feet,
For the bland has scratched out deity with mere and harsh defeat
Overcome I crawl to wrap myself in wrinkled cotton warmth
Yet suddenly the window has burst open for omnipresence sets forth
Shackled once more, heavy chains baring me to ground
My omnipresence would fly freely with this darkness left unfound.

 

 

 

Written December 11, 2009.

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