Silhouette

There was a darkness over my countenance yesterday and out of it came this one and the fragmented one (see next post). Everything felt meaningless as I realized as I was searching for jobs and that I didn't want any of it. We're all just trying to survive, make our time go by on earth with as many laughs as we can until we pass on. Afraid of where my pen would lead me in this dark place, I was given images that showed me where I stand as a lamp before my feet.

We are but silhouettes
In this shadow
Fearful
As we draw nigh
To the light
The darker, deeper shadows
Are cast
Driving us away
To feel with
Our fumbling hands
Calloused from reading
In the dark
With our hearts to interpret, yet
Infected with
Leprosy of the soul
As it silently devours.

Heal
Help our unbelief

I know to all else
I am but a silhouette
In the distance of the night
Yet you see my face
More than just a shadow
You know my face
The dark hides who we are
You see my face
The anonymity consumes every detail
You know my name.