Season For God

I am empty,
out of air
like I’ve been strangled
and left barely alive.

Everything is a thief
robbing me of life force
as if I lost my birthrite,
as if I had one to loose.

I cannot scream.
Someone stole my voice
and all of my noise.

I see a darkness
in the distance
drawing ever near.

I feel an evil
lovelessness
feeding on my fear.

I am not strong
enough to fight.

Please, God, send
me your loving light.

And though I don’t deserve it,

steal me back
from the hungry night.

© Season Naify, 2025


Author’s Note:
I have been absent for quite a while. I recently found this poem in a notebook, undated, but it seems apt to describe where I’ve been. I thought it was honest. Not everything is light and easy on the path of following Christ. I’m still holding on, and light always returns. More to come.