DesertWords

I Choose The Light

Do not confine me to your world of pity.
It is cold and small, a shadowy world
from which come cries of the broken,
weeping from the disillusioned
cowered by simple words wrapped in
arrogant piety.  I cannot bear the chains,
the imprisonment of my soul.

 

Speak instead with words of understanding,
gift me with the grace of affirmation
and I will fly on the fresh breath of your speaking.
Love creates.  Pity destroys.
How quickly a new world emerges
from the ether of sound.
Words transform the moment.

 

I will wake no longer to whispers of shame,
to tear stains on my pillow.
I have heard a strong Voice that speaks
words of concern, not condemnation,
a Voice from deep within myself.
I am born into hope.  I leave behind
the shackles of dark days.
I choose the Light.

Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    May that light be forever in front of you.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    Amen!
    what a profound statement, of self
    thanks for sharing

  • Doggerel Dave

    I'm very literal in my use and understanding of language, DW.
    Hence I would like to ask:
    -What is this world of pity I'm allegedly confining you to?
    - I can't actually speak instead with words of understanding or have
    - a strong Voice that speaks words of concern, not condemnation, unless I know what you are on about.
    Wot is your problem??? 😊



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