Shadows Fall

When dark shadows lengthen and pathways clash, we fight our way through,

each on his own,

but not,

bumping others, helping others, avoiding some; and

the destination is beyond this black—beyond these mere pinpricks of comprehension, beyond corrupted flesh, this plaguing weakness, this battle of Hyde and seek.

Shadows fall.

And we press on because there is no going back.

We press in to companions who are sure, until they

are not.

We press out, palms lifted to the One,

begging for a way through.



Psalm 31:1: In You, O Lord, I put my trust;
Let me never be ashamed;
Deliver me in Your righteousness.


3: For You are my rock and my fortress;
Therefore, for Your name’s sake,
Lead me and guide me.


14-15a: But as for me, I trust in You, O Lord;
I say, “You are my God.”
15 My times are in Your hand;

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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7 Responses to Shadows Fall

  1. Patty says:

    So many people not believing in your concepts and ideas, people in the church not embracing your passion for Jesus . It seems like the church has torn many people down and disintegrated the trust they once had for people and for God.

    As we journey on further through life, we discover it is difficult to trust people again. The same hurts, the same lies, the same rejections seem to keep rearing their ugly faces around us. Even as we seek and trust to be healed from these deep wounds, they still pile up on top of each other. We continue to get hurt and sit under leadership that has also been wounded which in turn further wounds us when our leaders are ministering out of a place of hurt. How can we learn to trust again when the church has been wounded and continues to wound its people? Thank-you for this resolution of trust.

    • As I posted on my FB page: People will be people, the world will be the world; but thankfully, God will still be God. That is my hope–that he is still working. But eyes wide open, not willing to be deceived, but at the same time trying to remain pliable and vulnerable, is what I want to do. That can only be a God thing because my heart is not capable of going there. Blessings! Coffee!

  2. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Excellent poem

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