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Reclaiming the Dark Stepping out of the shadows And into the light Is a scary thing to do. Like a seed That braves the darkness Of the cold pungent earth, Just as it breaks Through its discarded, Slowly decaying self, I must brave the night of rebirth. Like a caterpillar That enters the confines Of its alabaster cocoon, Just as it is no longer connected To its beloved places and things, I forsake my old self in order to grow. Like a rosebush That has its branches clipped In order to bloom again, Just as it stands naked and alone Patiently awaiting the new spring, I await the Second Coming of My Lord. Sometimes, Stepping out of the darkness And into the light Is the only loving thing to do. (c) Elizabeth Lyulkin Emmanuel I see Your face In all the things that are meant to be - The gentle coming of the night, The velvet texture of the setting sun, The nighttime sky afire with light. I feel Your love In all the things that just are - A sudden gust of wind, A splatter of sunshine on my face, My mother's smile. I need Your grace For all the things that are yet to be - The picture of my parents, in their sixties, Holding hands, The union of hearts that's You and me. (c) Elizabeth Lyulkin |
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