Dark Side Of Light

It is so cloudy, blue and black.
If we could only see the end of the track.

Heaven knows what we are likely to see.
For what we really are is all we can be.

It’s so sad that we are afraid.
We think the need is too great for any to aid.

We want to rise above the power and the pain.
But we are locked into the cave of shame.

We do good and shine on the happy surface.
Below and out of sight, we fight in the dark place.

“Someway! someday!”, we say. “I am going to tell.”
“I will reveal to all before the ringing of the bell”.

But then, the bell tells on me!
The light shines on me!
It’s too late

Look carefully
I am light. I am dark At last, you see ME

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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