Season For God

How lost I become 
when I hear the monsters 
in my sleep 
and their voices creep 
into my ears, 

as if the shadows lurking 
in every dark corner 
wait for an opening 
in a vulnerable heart, 

and relish the chance 
to destroy from the inside 
with the endless tricks 
of my own mind. 

They turn my dreams 
into poison 
in hopes of dragging me 
unconscious into their hole. 


But there is One greater 
than nightmares 
and waking fears, 
or even my deepest wounds. 

And He makes the best 
of the wreckage 
in the broken places 
the loveless creatures left. 

He finds me 
in every blackened ravine 
and pulls me out 
of the dark, 

breathing life back into 
where the terrors touched, 
sealing every memory 
with His intent. 


My God cleans the ground, 
paving over the places I fall 
with the wonders 
of His love. 

© 2024, S.N. Astorquia

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