LIGHT COMFORT
I wish at times it was a dream
a bad dream from which I could wake up,
a nightmare that can stop my heart
which I can’t remember now.
It’s not, and that’s the saddest thing,
to know there is no morning light
informing me it’s over.
Instead it continues, nightmarish,
day and night, another twenty-four hours
and tomorrow and the next day,
dreadful, unrelenting.
Yet psalmists long before me
living through their private hells
found solace in His presence
and invited me to join them
in the company of light.
© Ron Unruh, October 2019
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