When dark shadows lengthen and pathways clash, we fight our way through,
each on his own,
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.
And we press on because there is no going back.
We press in to companions who are sure, until they
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;