The Crow

Black as night sky, yet blue as the deep depths of the ocean. The crow lives two separate lives, one in darkness, where he seems to fit. One in the light of the sun which shows its true colors, not like the camouflage of the night, where it can hide all of it scars. We are not unlike the crow, we seem to like the darker side of ourselves because it hides the imperfections of are lies, The sun shining on us is painful because we have no place to hide. As long as we are living we will be like the crow, who seems all alone, but also united in being a creation of God.

Darkness to Light

Darkness surrounds me. Where do I go in this pitiful darkness as black as ink?
It is endless in every way, no light in sight all alone and scared no place to turn.
Yet I can hear faint sounds in the distance, so far but yet so close.
I wonder if these sounds are inside me, down in a deep crevice of my soul,
Where the light is fading each and every moment.
I run and run and run in the direction not knowing what I will find,
Hoping and praying that the darkness will not overcome me.
With the strength of my fading hope I just run.
But the voices are just the same, so far, yet so close.
I just stopped and looked around nothing but darkness,
I needed help but no one was there,
They have all gone away into the land of light and beautiful sounds.
Those must be the sounds I was trying so desperately to hear.
So I sat down and thought for a moment or maybe it was years
but then I suddenly realized that no matter how far or how fast I ran I would never get there.
Searching is all I did for what seemed like years into the depths of my soul
I realized that I could not make it out of this dark place on my own.
So I did something I would not normally do I reached behind me to find my pack,
Which had the only light source I had ever owned, it was a book.
This book's light had grown dim as had my spirit and hope.
Though it was dim, it made me feel renewed just by holding it.
And I prayed like have never prayed before
suddenly there was a growling sound coming from the pit of my spirit.
This growling sound was trying to kill the last bit of hope I ever had.
But I just kept praying and as I was praying,
then suddenly I realized that the book was brighter and so was my soul then it had ever been before.
The sounds in the distance that I was hearing earlier were now songs of praise,
Which was almost hypnotically beautiful.
I noticed a man in the crowd as the light go brighter.
This man asked me to come to him, when I did my soul was bursting through skin,
I looked like an angel who had just gotten it wings.
He told me that he forgave me from the sin I lived in,
The sin of hopelessness and doubt that I would never see the light of day again.
So I cried and rested my head on the knee of the man who saved me as I feel fast asleep.