Tuesday 4 June 2013

Keyholes light...A Psalm of Releasing Prayer!












Hostage dark in long despair...
Snared tight in endless lone...
Door, ice shut and frozen thick...
Lashed firm, fast and unaware...
Chained solitude of long lost years...

Day awakes...and yet again...the same to be or not?

Whispered shadow flits keyholes cleft...
Inverted exclamation point!

What!

Retinas blink...a glimmers glint...
Nanosecond’s flicker...
Rustles breeze...
I’m not so sure...
A scrape, a creak and yes...a rasp...
No!
No!
Tormentors back? 
Or...
Rescuers release is come...
At last?

Pupils iris black...
Pin prick small to saucers wide...
Accustomed long of dark alone...
Blinded, glimmers newest dawn,
Quick it turns away...
Toward the dark again...

With cynical spit...
Recoils to numb...
Belief, absurd...
Damn it all...
Damn them all...
There was no sound!
It’s all a myth...
For what is faith but fantasy...
Of lies believed from long abuse!

And then...a knock...
With faintest touch...
Still...
In silence...
Long it waits...

A key inserts...the grating rust...
Peeling back long years of grime...
It stops...again...in holding breath...
In waiting slow...without more turn...
Held soft in winsome long...
A touch of grace?

Years of drafty shivering...
Reverse of long distrust...so strong...
To trust a rusty nail...
Which formed a key...
From long since cross,
A death nails act of love beyond,
Designed to fit hearts opening...
That fits in mine unique...

Decision claws and screams aloud...
As darkness comforts long prefers...
Yet whispers...yield...yes yields toward...
Come now and turn of rust and worn...
Of what as yet might be...or not...if not!

Risk seems dark and full of fear...
As when that key inserts...
All light of hope is gone as out it blows...
The key and slot become as one...
As blackness yet again,
Enshrouds it all...

Then creaks doors hardened hinge...
Splits vertical with shaft of light...
Swings in toward the one’s been held...
A prisoner long lost since child...

He peers round corner bright...
Child in fetal roll squirms...
It’s hard to face the brilliant light...
When dark’s been long its home...

Then slow and sure the turn of neck...
With eyes they meet with wink of warmth...
And sure enough...
A tear appears...
Brimmed of strangers eye...it falls...
And rolls toward the ice...
Of child’s distant frozen soul...
And touches with His act of grace...
And warms and melts that frozen heart...
So long ago turned ice cold stone...

Not all is lost...it’s now begun...
Though decades of enslaved be gone...
Time still remains to save...
What’s seemed all but nearly ruined...
To gain and claim what can’t be lost!

So freedom comes as one’s set free...
To thaw from years of chains begun...
And thanks to those who battle on...
From week to everlasting week...
Receiving scars from wounding wars...
To bring release to those ensnared...
As dreams again to life renew...
And rise toward a kingdoms place.

Copyright: James D. Thompson 2012

With gratitude to those who have walked this long path with me for the last three years...you know who you are and I'm thankful to each of you for the rim of light you've brought as a result of your ongoing labour of love!

8 comments:

  1. Superb! Stellar! Unique! Precise! Honest! Bless you, Doug, for capturing so concisely and so very artistically what many of us have experienced but do not have the wherewithal to express so capably! Peace, my friend!

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    1. Thank you Tim...such kind words...peace to you too!

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  2. Incredibly moving ... beautifully poignant. Thank you!

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  3. Oh the sting of these tears that fall...the deep moan for silenced loss. I applaud your courage...the bravery to look back into that dark corner. How well I know the agonizing search to find that buried key...and the terror of what lies beyond its unlocked door.

    Grateful to those who've walked alongside, and lifted you up as you clung to that sliver of light and hope. May He grant you His peace, comfort and love, as you enter into this new chapter of freedom and healing. You are loved.... Cath

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    1. Thanks Cath...for the love and journeying together...

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  4. Thanks Doug for expressing your wounded soul as beautifully in your poetry as in your painting. I am sure that it will resonate with many who have similar experiences and bring them comfort.

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