Wrote this about a year ago after the death of a very troubled marriage and after leaving the ICU because of a bad choice made by a deeply emotionaly crippled woman. That was Me then.
surging flames of yelling voices,
confusing, tormenting, deafening,
battering me to a place of darkness.
My mind rips into shreds of despair
gorged on by the demons of death.
Devils rage, dancing turbulent dances,
swirling around pyres of burning flesh.
Satanic smoke soars into my singed mind
impregnating, suffocating, debilitating,
obstinate in its quest for control, power,
eternal reign over my terrified soul.
I whither in the abyss of acidic destruction.
The scream of death penetrates my silent spirit.
Hope is murdered, destroyed, obliterated.
Only pessimism finds life in this black hole.
My God, where are you?
My Lord, save me from myself!
Father, have mercy upon me.
My Gentle Sheperd, lift me up.
As I lay crumpled among the ashes,
struggling, gasping for a breath of life,
an aura as pure as Heaven's Holy sigh
purges the rancid, sulfuric odor of Hell's carnage.
My Redeemer's light penetrates the evil darkness,
squelching the demon's power and control.
Christ's unguent balm soothes my charred soul.
I am healed of my iniquities, washed clean of my sins.
I now dine at your bountiful table,
set before my enemies, as your invited guest.
I rest in the meadow grass along quiet
streams of soothing waters.
"Your Goodness and Mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life,"*
as I spend eternity in your house
forever and ever. Amen!
Kathy Lockhart
*Psalm 23
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-04-11 at 19:04
Tags Salvation Despair Hopelessness
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Through the Shadow of Death
Explosions of conflicting thoughts,surging flames of yelling voices,
confusing, tormenting, deafening,
battering me to a place of darkness.
My mind rips into shreds of despair
gorged on by the demons of death.
Devils rage, dancing turbulent dances,
swirling around pyres of burning flesh.
Satanic smoke soars into my singed mind
impregnating, suffocating, debilitating,
obstinate in its quest for control, power,
eternal reign over my terrified soul.
I whither in the abyss of acidic destruction.
The scream of death penetrates my silent spirit.
Hope is murdered, destroyed, obliterated.
Only pessimism finds life in this black hole.
My God, where are you?
My Lord, save me from myself!
Father, have mercy upon me.
My Gentle Sheperd, lift me up.
As I lay crumpled among the ashes,
struggling, gasping for a breath of life,
an aura as pure as Heaven's Holy sigh
purges the rancid, sulfuric odor of Hell's carnage.
My Redeemer's light penetrates the evil darkness,
squelching the demon's power and control.
Christ's unguent balm soothes my charred soul.
I am healed of my iniquities, washed clean of my sins.
I now dine at your bountiful table,
set before my enemies, as your invited guest.
I rest in the meadow grass along quiet
streams of soothing waters.
"Your Goodness and Mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life,"*
as I spend eternity in your house
forever and ever. Amen!
Kathy Lockhart
*Psalm 23
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
Read 819 times
Written on 2006-04-11 at 19:04
Tags Salvation Despair Hopelessness
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