Alone, At Last

The trauma hit like crashing stone,

My faith in God felt lost, unknown.

The darkness came, the low, deep ache,

My tired heart felt ready to break.

I shouted questions at the air,

But only met a chilling stare.

I let the promises all fall,

I found no comfort there at all.

I turned away from light and noise,

Ignored the world’s insistent voice.

I hid myself where no one sees,

Alone among the rustling trees.

In that deep quiet, still and slow,

I finally watched the tension go.

No grand event, no sudden spark,

Just gentle light inside the dark.

I stopped demanding, stopped the fight,

And felt a peace, both small and bright.

My broken faith began to mend,

A quiet, solitary friend.

Life's Bright Flame

My heart is fire.

It shines so brightly.

Not just two ends,

But full of light.

I rush to see

The morning sun,

And hold the joy

Before it's done.

A moment's grace,

A friend's kind hand

The best of life

Across the land.

If time runs fast,

The flame won't fade;

The beauty seen

Is always made.