Illuminate

Illuminate

(A long-lost poem I wrote 10+ years ago about an angel helping out a struggling believer return to the light. I might rewrite it one day, but this is the original.)

I once was lost, but now am found.

Was blind, but now I see.

There was a time when I was bound,

But love has set me free.

A dream of darkness brought to life.

My nightmare is my own.

An outward sigh, internal strife.

Can love for this atone? 

I lost to dark, then won to light,

But change no one could see.

I can't but notice they were right,

For what is change to me?

No earthly blaze to light my way.

How can I see the road?

Why am I given unfair trade

And such a heavy load?

I walked along this darkened place,

Yet wasted so much time.

My drifting eyes found eyes of grace 

And heart of hope sublime.

A broken wing this angel had.

She cried with silent tears.

For my lost state had made her sad 

And strengthened all her fears.

Because I could not see the path,

So blinding was the light.

Pity for me the angel hath,

Thus took on cloak of night.

In darkness hid this shining light.

We walked in muffled glow.

For moon and star give better sight

When one is in shadow.

We walked and talked for quite a while

Of reason and belief.

With every word she made me smile,

Fresh change from world's relief.

This angel changed heart's apathy

With words of hope and grace.

Brought feeling, sense, and empathy,

And cooled my hatred's blaze.

I changed so much under her wings,

I cannot tell you how.

She takes the beggars, makes them kings,

And mercy doth endow.

My angel found the strength to fly,

The day of parting came.

Granted, until the day I die,

I ne'er will be the same.

No doubt, she found another being,

One now far worse than I.

Pray this soul be as believing,     

Her kind words to apply.

I dimly see the path ahead.

The trail now not as bleak.

But looking back, I take this stead 

And strive to remain meek.