conflict within

the waters deep within my heart prevail upon the shores afar.
distant silhouettes trace each contour of my brokenness.
mist and fire, confusion and grief, spray upon rocky crags.
hope collects like verdant tide pools,
sanctuaries of life hidden beneath the rising flood,
waiting for the new day.

silent suffering, like an errant knight, keeps watch.
none shall pass lest their quarry fade into shadow.
misplaced vigilance observes those who would bring joy,
variegated solace and woe intermingled,
protection wielded valiantly against all hope;
tragic therein is this abode!

will comfort never penetrate the defenses?
will joy seize the opportunity unleashed in the twilight,
the last glimmer of hope?

choral voices chant in sacred stillness,
hushed harmonies in counterpoint to one dissonant melody,
rising above all others in urgent proclamation.

exaudi Deus deprecationem meam intende orationi meae
a finibus terrae ad te clamavi dum anxiaretur cor meum
in petra exaltasti me deduxisti me quia factus es spes mea
turris fortitudinis a facie inimici (Psalm: 102:1-2).

11 February 2009 by Glen Alan Woods