Dusty Poetry #96

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The Darkness Had No Friend

When we had no steps left in us,
No roads that we could roam,
When light was just remembrance
And the shadows were our home

When the next thing was the ending,
No race left to be run,
We endured the night – unbending –
Anticipating sun.

Then the dark began to weaken,
As orange reached the edge,
New hope rose like a beacon,
For those still on the ledge

Then we saw the path behind us
As night gave way to day,
Foes once fierce and feared, now corpses,
Had made each other prey

When hope prevailed until the light,
Hate hastened its own end,
When love endured throughout the night
The darkness had no friend.


Psalm 37

12 The wicked plots against the righteous
    and gnashes his teeth at him,
13 but the Lord laughs at the wicked,
    for he sees that his day is coming.
14 The wicked draw the sword and bend their bows
    to bring down the poor and needy,
    to slay those whose way is upright;
15 their sword shall enter their own heart,
    and their bows shall be broken.