winds of darkness

winds of darkness

oh lord,
i have seen them coming
heard them coming
with thundering hooves and fiendish screams
out of the gray storm clouds,
dark, cumulonimbus storm clouds
and
they sweep darkness over the land:
darkness of
hate, fear
and
me, me, me,
and
mine, mine, mine,
and
there was no sunshine,
just dark
until
the young boy
stood leaning into the wind of darkness’
thundering hooves and fiendish screams
quietly repeating
“i love you,”
and
the darkness did not dissipate
but
but there was certainty it would.

oh lord,
i have seen them coming
heard them coming
with thundering hooves and fiendish screams
out of the gray storm clouds,
dark, cumulonimbus storm clouds
and
they sweep darkness over the land:
darkness of
bigotry, greed, and zealotry
and
there was no sunshine,
just dark
until
the young man
stood tall against the wind of darkness’
thundering hooves and fiendish screams
quietly repeating
“i love you,”
and
the darkness did not dissipate
but
there was the expectancy it would.

oh lord,
i have seen them coming
heard them coming
with thundering hooves and fiendish screams
out of the gray storm clouds,
dark, cumulonimbus storm clouds
and
they sweep darkness over the land:
darkness of
the meaness, selfishness of man
and
there was no sunshine,
just dark
until
the old man
stumbled backward though still fighting against the wind of darkness’
thundering hooves and fiendish screams
quietly repeating
“i love you,”
and
the darkness did not dissipate
but
but there was hope.

and
in the scheme of things
perhaps, perhaps,
that is enough,
hope is enough.

 

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