I walk seeking shelter from the storm
and enter a tunnel of darkness,
filled with artificial light but feel no brilliance.
I enter broken, seeking healing;
my frailty waltzes through my life…
offering sorrow and punishment,
But pain does not compose my symphony;
I no longer hide behind my mortal scars
for this is not God.
No longer diminished by my fears,
I walk in vigilance,
no longer obsessed by man’s mortal fear
of sickness and death.
I know and feel the love God gives.
My spirit is strong,
and no longer will I walk in the tunnel of darkness.
God’s Light is my guide.
©Russell Kendall Carter
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