If perhaps in sullen days I might slide back

to where I fell, a child, into the dark,

please wait with me as slowly I am brought


again into the light. Your love has brought

the truth to bear in silent corners, back-

rooms where thick lies have festered in the dark.


Although not whole, I’m neither lost in dark;

I mourn this languid baggage that I’ve brought,

yet every night and morning I come back


to see how far from dark I have been brought.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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