I walk the dark road.
I have not been here before.
I am unfamiliar with the terrain.
What I am supposed to do?
Every day brings new fears.
The battle is thick here.
Yet I can still sleep.
I can still get up again.
I am called back to your side
even though all my time is shattered
into a meaningless pile of moments.
You are here in the dark.
I cry like a child left alone,
but I realize I am not alone
even in the dark.
Is there comfort here
that is not on the brighter paths,
moments of quiet when the tears have stopped
and your hand is upon me?
I am alone, locked in this basement
and yet I am more alive to you
when the tears and fears pass.
What my enemies meant for my ruin
and my humiliation
becomes moments of truth
when I find
"I am not afraid of the dark"
because I am not alone
even when everyone else
is afraid and wants
me to fear.
No, I am not afraid of the dark
because it will not hurt me,
it will shroud me
with silence
and I will seem dead
for a time,
but the fear stops coming
and I can hide here
under your wing.
I am being protected here
in the dark
with the real storm outside,
people wailing and moaning
with grim determination
unable to stay
quiet in the dark.
I hear them and I am afraid
of their fear
but you are here
and the dark is quiet
even as I am alone.
My shelter, my deliverer,
my shroud, my death to fear,
my answer to tears,
my Savior of the dark.
