A Spiritual Scrooge Takes Stock

A Spiritual Scrooge Takes Stock

In the loneliness of the night

The dark shadows of a past

Without hope or ending

Mock him

Calling my worthless soul to submit

To the path of evil destruction

And hide from a world that defies happiness. 

 In the crowded emptiness of a tortured mind

Tainted with broken promises

And burdened with crushing guilt

The blood of the unsaved victim

The heavy burden of the undone.]

Blind in panic he ran

Deafening roars of accusing barbs

The stench of failure in nostrils flared

Bitter tasting self-loathing

Touching only void

The walls of infinite nothing

Come closing in

Then the clarion call of recovery

Tore him from his stupor.

Now he walks in the light

And seek to pass on the torch of hope

His senses alert for the whimpered sobs of despair;

Armed only with the humble sword of repentance

Humble and reformed he walks toward the light.