Poetry

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Crawling up from the depths of darkness,
searching for a new light.

A light brighter than the brightest star.
Brighter than the sun and moon.

Reaching…
with both hands stretched up over me.

I peer into a face so beautiful so wonderful.

Guilt and shame fall away
like pieces of a statue being shaped
and molded by the chisel of a master.

I cry out in recognition…Master!
Please, take my hand!

Gently He pulls me up out of the darkness.

Holding me close, enveloped in a loving embrace.
He caresses my hair, lifts my chin, and smiles…

Welcome home my child.
I’ve missed you.

By: Sharon Jones

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