The Second Wind of a Fearful Man
It comes in the dark After the failures: regrets, burdens of the mind. It comes to a man of some promise Who doubts his Creator Who doubts his own heart Who doubts the hope - though it is his core. The hope is buried It’s very thing suppressed. The hope is despaired Though it froths with great strength. The hope calls the slumber to end, The hiding to become boldness, The fear to take its place again and again as nothingness. A single light, Here on my hand. Entering my mouth At this dark moment. Dark depth and silence broken by industry, or fatigue, or frivolity. All these being good, properly conceived. We don’t do sarcasm. We do raw honesty. We rise from the errors. We battle the enemy of the strength. We rise to earthly service and find light’s source. After and through the yielding to momentary death: ...