As dark meets weary eyes His face gently embraces a cool pillow While longing for the peace that comes with sleep Like a steaThe Dark Night Of The Soul
As dark meets weary eyes His face gently embraces a cool pillow While longing for the peace that comes with sleep Like a steady streaming wind through sleeping willows.
Instead, the mind becomes wrought with thinking Thoughts of a day now gone. Reflecting upon the grandeur of life’s precious songs Along with visions of sunshine and blue birds singing.
The breathless beauty of a daughter Captured by the small still moments of each day Rivaled only by adoring looks on display Through subtle smiles and laughter.
And if that were not enough…he has been forced to endure the love Of a woman whose elegance and grace are thrust upon him each day. Her blinding radiance is matched only by the sun; Guiding their lives through the song of her love.
But he is unable to know the joy they bring Like the blind who are shown a beauty they cannot see He is unable to sing songs he longs to sing.
We are told God bestows grace upon us lovingly But all he sees is a god of a thousand cruelties. Casualties easily prevented by a god whose sovereignty Could bring about Joy for all of humanity.
What good is a beautiful mind made of glass When it is tossed around by the ebb and flow of emotion; Becoming easily broken – Its pieces strewn across miles of desolate identity.
Years of punishment has caused his tears To slowly carve cavernous lines upon the terrain of his face. And his calloused heart has decayed any faith That might remain.
Battered and broken. Constantly reminded of how his dreams were stolen.
Far too damaged to overcome the night, And succumbing to despair