Ankle deep in thick sludge

Trudging along

Away from clear waters, blue sky

Further I wander

Gaseous, bubbling tar

Growing deeper as I move away from the Son

Conscience resists, tugging at the heart

Still I move, further into sin

Conscience practically obstructed now

Further I walk into the bog



Chest high now in rotten sludge

Fumes burning nose and eyes

Yet most of me is oblivious

Inebriated by earthly pleasures

Conscience begs the will, stop the descent



Dark clouds over the sky

The sun has gone down, been down, all is dark



But then

The Moon shines through a breach in the clouds

Luminous moonlight shines down

Grace falls

Cleansing, like a light sprinkle of rain

Washing me

Loosening the grip this mire has on me



Looking up, I see the Moon

She is guiding me back

Back to clear water

Back to fresh air

Back to her Son



Waist high now in sludge

Trudging along, away from enslavement

Grace continues to shine from this moon

Freeing me from the death grip

I put my trust in this Lady

Heart flickers…