By God's Good Grace
Wraithlike shadows encased my thoughts
Darkness consumed my soul, in Death's net I was caught.
Running without hope
Coarse hairs round wrists and ankles, tight as rope.
Traversing the open sands
My feet grew weary, tied down by a demons' hands.
Fighting for every breath
I let ghosts creep down inside my chest.
Icy fingers of fear drew the warmth
From my very skin, surrounding me in a swarm.
Hated words from my youth come back
Taking lessons from Houdini has not helped me see the path.
So, I turn, and turn and turn
Wishing for something other than my soul to burn.
Finding no way out I turn to faith
Failed again there is no escape.
Until a hand pulls me from the pit
Only there is no body, no mouth with some ready quip.
Only that hand and a voice as whispered from around
Only a hand you need, you have strength to stand your ground.
And then I understood why I had to fight so hard
I am meant for something grander, said his sweet ballad.
Even if only to touch one life, one time
I'll give Him one last stand, slowly I rise from knees to feet and smile.
Joy Vanderhelm March 2006
poem by Joy Vanderhelm
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