Save me, O God: for the waters are entered even to my soul.
I stick fast in the deep mire, where no stay is: I am come into deep waters, and the streams run over me.
(Psalm 69:1-2, 1599 Geneva Bible)
Is it, as Bosch would have it, a sinking scene,
hut scarcely erect, while in the background
knights and crusaders fight, and crazed faces peek
through cracks in the broken structure?
If so, my crazed face peeks.
Show me the truth through the falling thatch.
Let me climb to the roof to see
the light greater than the dark in me.
Or, as for Dürer, does the Light lie in castle ruins?
Do relic-arches arc around the one who put
the promise-bow into the arching sky?
Do dark clouds gather on the edges? If so,
those clouds are me. O light eternal,
lighten the load the makes me droop and bristle.
I drown in the dry of my day.
Unwise, I come. Do not send my tattered folly away.
The Consolations of Writing 
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Excellent! I especially like your line “the light greater than the dark in me”. Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks so much for the encouragement and for sharing my work!
Are your books now on sale to the general public?
Not yet, sorry. One of my goals for the year is to get something out there for purchase. I’ll also have a few poems published in an anthology of Christian poets coming out some time this year. I’ll post about it here when it happens!
Looking forward to seeing that anthology, and I will put aside money to buy myself a copy. Keep up the good work.
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This gem caught me by surprise. I hope you will enjoy it, too. If so, please be sure to thank the author. Thank you.