Darkness seeps in like a creeping fog,
drawing my energy to the pit it came from.
Sweeping my essence off the floor trying
to carry my spirit below the surface of my soul.
I stand firm with my faith as my strength
desires to be pulled in an upward flow
from an unnamed force; beckoning me
to come and be one with the Holy Grace.
I see the light shining in the far off place
I outstretch my hand in hopes that someone
grabs hold and pulls me into the warmth so
I can be free once again right where I belong.
He never left my side the whole time, standing
where I last saw Him with bright eyes shining.
Singing to my soul with the voice of an Angel
His embrace is all I ever seek in the looming fog.