LIGHT IN THE DARK

When days suddenly turn night.
And laughter but bitter sobs.
When dreams of the night are illusions of days
Causing each vein to transmit painful impulse.

The Sun smiles at me each passing day,
The moon looks at me with pitiful face,
I feel the dragging force beneath the earth.
All but signs of ''dust back to dust''

In my ability i defend not myself.
In my struggle i still waileth out the exhaust effort.
My medicine supporteth not my tortured flesh.
Even my intellectual castet me not from the depression of mind.

I went to the pool i once heard my ancestors where delivered of their problems; That shrines of the ancient gods.
Or did i not find solutions from the greatest of the physicians?
But i continued to be in shackles and manacles not seen though suffered the bondage.

Admist my predicament
i saw a man on white sitted on a golden throne .
My appearance not fitted to even be in the shadows of his Glory
Yet He kept calling my name

I began to feel life in me as my ear responded to his call.
My nights underwent a sudden change to day
I am freed of my recurring pains
THE CALL OF LIBERATION CAME FROM ABOVE LIKE A DIVINE AFFLATUS