Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Dark night of the Soul

When soul is lost in darkest night
And reason creeps on narrowed ledge,
Then hope will tremble in the corner
And whisper words of haunting death.
While spirit slides through gutted day
And takes my hand in offered dance,
That I may learn the steps which life
Has patterned on the breast of chance.

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