"A Cryout in the Night"

Recently, while cleaning up some old papers, I came across this poem I wrote in 1999. Sharon tells me that I must have been in a "bad place" at the time, but I don't remember that being the case.....

A cryout in the night.
My troubled heart takes flight.
Evasive sleep takes pleasure
with Satan's brightest treasure.

Though dim to mortal mind
my soul it does unwind,
and harder though I try
God does not hear my cry.

I know it sin to say
that God would turn away.
Believe, I keep on trying,
just to see the dying

of hope and faith together.
My mind does think whatever
deeds, thought or action
could re-establish traction?

And once again unite
my cryout in the night
with deep belief and love
to the everlasting Dove.

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