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Not me. Wherever I go, I'm still the same old me.

God in Darkness

In the darkness, I listen, for He who might speak,
A brightness that echoes, of what I may seek.
I see only shadows, I fear them as well,
I’m dwelling in darkness, not much up from Hell.

Beneath me, no planet, I am my own orb.
A happenstance I cannot really absorb.
How came I to nothing? Where is my old land,
How came I to be here with nowhere to stand?

And then in some manner I cannot portray,
I notice that I’m simply turned the wrong way.
Behind me the sun has been shining quite full,
Perhaps only now I’m aware of its pull.

As over my shoulder I see now the light,
It comes to me darkness depends on one’s sight.
For those who look outward, away from the source,
One’s shadow will march down the path of his course.

But glory may gleam in the moment you find,
That the past isn’t only what you’ve left behind.
It builds you, sustains you, and gives you a hand,
For learning your way to the place where you stand.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . August 18, 2008