Fractured Light
When self is my bastion
splinters of darkness
pierce my sight.
Dark mists sully my mind:
possibilities become veiled,
confidence robbed,
promises queried,
my strength sapped.
I search for You, ask where You are.
I seek You, call for You
but find not the One I love.
Where have You turned?
I call once more;
“Come back that I may see You.”
And yet, You stand before me
in full view - never left me.
You never turned your eyes away.
In fractured light, I looked past You,
blind to see You.
You see my condition, my affliction.
In pure light You reveal yourself,
You call my name, lift the mist,
tell me to come, speak of love.
I see You, I come,
voice words of joy,
lay aside my defence,
pour out my self deception,
by grace splinters fall.
You listen,
admonish not,
transfigure my sight
in Christ’s light.
A poem from Vocation as Resistance © Craig A. Roberts 2022.
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