Friday, November 2, 2012

The darkest hour

Hope blossoms
Even in the darkest hour
For those who retain faith
Walking the walk
The righteous walk
Not talk
Deeds done for decent purpose
The flick of switch
Never matters
Only an illusion of illumination
Easily put on or taken off
Always a slight of hand
Wool pulled down
To leave us blind
When real illumination
Even illuminates
In this our darkest hour
When the world would blind us
Bind us and abandon us
We are not abandoned
We who see through this darkness
To what is always true

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