Poetry Sunday~ Out of the Dark...

Psalm 146: 8 The LORD openeth the eyes of the blind: the LORD raiseth them that are bowed down: the LORD loveth the righteous:
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Out of the Dark
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The colors hang in the balance
the fluid splendor of delight,
is floating on a breeze
so softly stills the night.

Lights dimmed as it carries
a fragrance thus abounds.
I’m left with no glory
only clamor of the sounds.

Fireworks hold the flame
the torch of heat is present
the sounds lift to the air,
aftermath not pleasant.

Twinkling lights of Christmas
hold no glow in the midst.
Gritting teeth; I close my hands
now clenched into a fist.

The night whispers to me
the wind, the noise, the cars.
I sit forever looking
at a night that holds no stars.

Find me Lord here waiting
for your plan to unfold.
Forgive me some impatience
if the truth is to be told.

I long to see the beauty
that only you display.
Send my sight back to me
without  further delay.