Beacons the abyss, dark
Stagnant stench of dread pulls
Down.
Wasting wane of malaise grips
Siren call of depression lures
Down.
Hurting hands of defeat beat
Choking chard of failure weighs
Down.
Biting cold of loneliness smothers
Deep dank death drags
Down.
Cracks the light, warm
Silent words of love speak
Lift.
Holy to spirit calls
Manger Presence to empty sings
Lift.
Yearning One to broken reaches
Faltering flame of hope stirs
Lift.
Unyielding force of love embraces
Cold weariness of heart opens
Happy discovery of joy creates
Life!
Dwain Cassady
8/7/18