tales2apoint

…stories and poetry to touch, teach, & turn the heart toward truth.


1 Comment

Fight You

_DSC7260n2

Here I am in the dark night of the soul
Here I am in the blackness of depression
Here I am and I tried to run away
Here I am and a like a rebel tried to take control

But I don’t want to fight you tonight
I just want to follow and let you take the lead
So I’m not gonna fight you tonight
Instead I’m gonna trust you and let you carry me

Here I am in the dark night of temptation
But I remember that you will never tempt me
There you are the rock of my salvation
There you are and you never leave, so Jesus carry me

So I don’t want to fight you tonight
I just want to follow and let you take the lead
No I’m not gonna fight you tonight
Instead I’m gonna trust you and let you carry me

The light of the world is Jesus
The light of the world is Jesus
No one cares for me like Jesus
No one thrills my soul like Jesus

 

Image Source: https://photographyinpatmos.com/2016/04/15/%CF%84he-magic-of-light/ 


2 Comments

When I Dreamt of Captain Hook and His Demons

Captain Hook is real.

He is a dark lord.

He’s in my basement.

I have managed to stay in the light all night,

But he is a master deceiver.

All of my allies have fallen through

The dark doorway that leads down

To where he waits grinning, snarling.

I will never forget the sight of him

Reaching out like a shadow

To grab my friends

And plunge them into darkness,

The whites of their eyes shining in terror

Through charcoal grey shadows.

Am I a coward not to go after them?

Should I surrender to his death?

Could I win this dark game with living death?

Even Peter Pan couldn’t stop him this time.

All the lights in my house were on,

But one by one he tricked my allies.

One by one they turned them off,

Then he drowned them in his darkness.

He is a liar.

Peter Pan is  gone,

Dressed now in shades of black death.

His shadow betrayed him.

Hook’s blackness is spreading.

I’m stuck in the kitchen.

This is my last stand.

The house is surrounded by his night riders.

I long for dawn.

I need more light.

There is no way out,

And He’s coming for me.

He knows my secrets now.

He knows my weaknesses.

He knows I won’t wait him out.

He knows.

He’s inside my head.

There is darkness inside me and he found it.

But he won’t win!

I run  to the drawer by the microwave.

I grab the flashlight,

And reach for the basement door.

“Stand back Mr. Hook.

I’ve come for you,

and what you took from me.

They’re not yours.

You can’t have them.

Get out of my house!”

Good morning.