When death stared at me with his fiercest gaze,
Throwing out his daily funeral dirge of insults,
I thought failure was my destiny,
My desire to live ebbed away,
And, all hope disappeared,
Washed away in my sobs of painful loss,
The black hole of feeling nothing.
Deaf to laughter’s call to joy,
Contempt glared through the foggy haze,
Vindictive lies opening gaping wounds,
Deep gashes added nothing to my pain.
Nothing was left my life’s scorched earth,
Close friends gave up on me,
My nightly tear filled sleep,
Waking to the stink of failure’s breath,
There was no escaping darkness’s clutches,
Day and night pursued by my regrets,
Rejection’s voice repeating over and over,
“You don’t belong here. Worthless child!”
My humble request is to be heard,
No longer cast aside but called to live,
Death’s dark call to despair,
Is the reminder of where my hope is found,
My heart seeks life’s glimmer of light,
The dark shadows pointing to its source,
Life begins with the call to the salvation,
Conceived by the holy whisper of my Mother’s love,
Creation’s act of loyal kindness spoken to all,
Is heard by his Beloved who listen to his call.