Into the Fire

Some more free verse . . . 

Lost 

The darkness pretended to be light,

and I failed to see the difference.

Games were played, and I had to learn

how to play in the darkness.

Sad to say I excelled, competition fierce. 

Then suddenly, after the final game, 

I no longer wanted to play. 

Empty. Lost. In the dark.

Faintness of light in the distance,

I followed the stumbling path, 

seeking the power of that light.

Arrival, knees to ground, sorrows, confessions:

the darkness died.

Found. 

Thank you, Jesus, for always watching out for me, saving me from myself. Always desperate for you. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.