POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER
Black, acrid smoke rises from a recently snuffed candle.
It weaves its way through the light, causing darkness to prevail.
But is that darkness eternal?
Will the light return again?
Will the endlessness of obscurity win the daily battle of life?
In the murkiness of the absence of light, we flounder,
Into a bottomless pit – an inherent facade which leads,
In that moment of complete hopelessness, where do we turn?
We cannot see,
Our eyes are blinded by uncertainty,
We wander further from what once was familiar,
Wafting into a clouded environment of desperation.
Within that empty, lonely place, we have lost our way,
God slices through the darkness, revealing His glory,
He clings to our fallen spirit and won’t let go,
Lifting us into His arms as a shepherd comforts His sheep,
He is our light.