But Morning Comes

Alone in darkness weakened by the night
A pit I dig to trap my foolish self.
Success! I’m trapped and hidden from the light,
From eyes that dwell above earths solid shelf.

As stone I sit immobile, empty, bleak;
Not dead yet frozen by inertia’s power
I should escape but will is broken, weak.
I cringe and cuddle as a shriveled flower.

With spirit absent flesh has all control.
Emotions gone, I pass a carnal night.
Forgotten truth, I Him abandon full
And even stars are lost, I have no light.

But Morning comes and lifts me from the deep
With His escape, I rise, I run, I leap.


J. Abram Barneck.
Copyright © 2004 by Rhyous, Inc.  All rights reserved.
Revised: 11 Jan 2004 02:13:46 -0700.

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