Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

The Depth of Darkness

In the depth of darkness, shadows creep,
Where abject sorrows turn to weep.
A void where light has never been,
A place our sadness hides within.

The night is vast, an endless sea,
A realm of lost eternity.
Stars are swallowed, dreams are lost,
In the chill of black, a bitter frost.

Slowly, heart beating a somber pace,
A prisoner in this foreboding space.
No dawn to break the heavy night,
No beacon casting hopeful light.

Yet in this dark, a truth profound,
In silence, secrets oft are found.
For in the dread, we learn to push
Where hidden depths might otherwise crush.

Our faith is the flame that guides,
Through the dark where fear resides.
And in the depths of shadowed night,
We find our Lord; we find our light.

One response to “The Depth of Darkness”

  1. Dark.

    I dig dark.

    You make me recall an essay by Barbra Brown Taylor (I think that was her name), a preacher/homiletical lady. She wrote a devastating essay once called (I think) Preaching The Terrors.

    I believe I got that in a preaching book possibly edited/compiled by Walter Brueggemann called Preaching to Exiles.

    Worth a look if you can find it. Taylors was in good company, yet stood head and shoulders above her peers, in my opinion.

    Sermons… another kind of poetry.

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