Invoking the Light

Sept. 24, 2010

And when I fell as oft I fell from grace,

Consciously preferred the darkened place

That shelters in between the heart and soul

Turning away from the ever-brightening goal.

It was as if some being tempted me

From loneliness to feel my spirit free,

But his way is treacherous and hollow ground

Swallows up one's life and all around

Voices speak of dying and of death.

With pain-filled lungs I gasped for one more breath

To call the saviour Name in my distress

And feel again Her hand and love's caress –

But the undertow of our past lives remains,

The ill intent, the mark of evil's stains

Or simply our refusal to ascend

In consciousness and finally to end

The reign of forces who insinuate

Their wickedness into our lives and wait

To catch the pilgrim in moments unaware

By guile or promise enmesh them in their snare.

Invoking the Light one breaks the stranglehold,

Escapes that place where lives are bought and sold.