I returned from a soothing retreat this weekend, and a colleague shared a beautiful poem he wrote, with us. Enjoy;
In the darkest night as the deepness fades,
Light could be seen burning away,Like the truth from a lie.Forsaken taken a-back,stripped of all fact,Life was passing him by.
Light could be seen burning away,Like the truth from a lie.Forsaken taken a-back,stripped of all fact,Life was passing him by.
He just wanted to stay,
Stop time and waste away,In that the darkest day,Six feet down in a grave.
He would end up that way,Over and over it'd play,He would hear these words,
And would have nothing to say.
Stop time and waste away,In that the darkest day,Six feet down in a grave.
He would end up that way,Over and over it'd play,He would hear these words,
And would have nothing to say.
Escaping intoxication,Forbearing false medication,
It had spread from his lungs,Heading to a destination,That's blinded by the extremes,
Stretched out and placed on the seams,
It had spread from his lungs,Heading to a destination,That's blinded by the extremes,
Stretched out and placed on the seams,
Where forgotten are dreams,He would continue to be,
Beaten and under attack,Waiting for the relapse,Oh, how time dragged on.
One thing which he has learned,Is that slowly he had turned,And forgotten where to belong.
Beaten and under attack,Waiting for the relapse,Oh, how time dragged on.
One thing which he has learned,Is that slowly he had turned,And forgotten where to belong.
By Charles Klein (Newman Campus Ministry)
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