The Light

And so in darkness shines the light
That pierces through those fears. And fights
The beat of doubting pangs that plagues
This passionate heart.
Our souls are quenched when you are here
In warmth, in love
In Eucharistic prayer.
So shed a tear for Him who died
That he might save a soul tonight.
And if the darkness creeps up now,
We shine right through,
In Glorious light!

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Mark Sandford

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I'm married, fifty seven years of age with two grown up sons. I work at the local railway station in customer service. I have always enjoyed writing poetry and short stories but for the past twenty years I have not written anything because the stream had stopped flowing and had all dried up. Lately someone had admired my recent work and opened up the log jam that had been there all that time and let the stream flow again. It is a great feeling and release.
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Muhammad Khalid Khan
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A beautiful poem with touch of sadness but with reality of hope Mark .You have the knack for poetry so write ,write and write.Stay blessed
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Jabulani Rambakupetwa
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Thank you.

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