Dark.............

A moonless night is deeper still
Its silence so much darker
There is a hunger in its chill
And every tree’s a stranger
With dark skeletal fingertips
Reaching far away
Across a lawn of foreign shapes
Where children laugh by day

A moonless night is like the mind
When darkness creeps within
And unexpectedly we find
A cold sadness begin
As cruel and calloused fingertips
Claw at the weakest parts
And with its evil talon grips
The loneliest of hearts

But just as on a moonless night
We know the moon is there
Casting off her silver light
Behind the cloudy stare
As in the darkness of the mind.......
The Light will never dim
If we can leave our fear behind
And simply trust in Him

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Janet Martin