Those voices always called out of darkness <br />commanding, muted and whispering <br />so I did not hear them, <br />what with the pleasant light of day shining round me <br />and them in the caves of my mind <br />telling me what to do <br />what to think and feel. <br />I was a slave unaware, <br />so happy in it <br />not noticing those <br />who were constantly awake, <br />making the decisions <br />so often. <br /> <br />This appalling view of pressured confusion, <br />with creatures bullying in me, <br />sneering and cajoling, <br />seems like utter darkness, <br />an end to sanity <br />but is really <br />an angered normality <br />illumined by God <br />so we see <br />what has gone on before <br />all the time. <br /> <br />And now <br />while it may seem like a worse darkness <br />than we have ever known, <br />a nightmare, <br />the light that fell with us <br />shows simply <br />we are creatures sunk in the mud <br />of a dark pool <br />in a king’s forest. <br /> <br />These murky nights of the soul, <br />make a story of illumination, <br />an eternity of acceptance, <br />in which the presence of God <br />comes closer than the breath, <br />friendship more inward than the marrow, <br />kindness itself, <br />without which we are condemned <br />to endlessly <br />be ourselves.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-times-the-light-that-fell-with-us/
