A FLICKERING LIGHT IN THE DARK



There was gloom and darkness on every thought

Held captive by a depressing force of hopelessness,

Refusing the entry of reasoning to salvage my thoughts;

I was sinking into a state of pessimistic doldrums.



Who can resuscitate me from this state of woeful

Captivity of gloom and darkness; of depressing hopelessness,

Sandwiching me into a state of unconsciousness?

All around me is the sickening darkness grinning at me.



But somewhere far in my consciousness was a flashing light.

“That’s a flash,” I felt my consciousness reaching toward the light.

Sure enough, there is a flickering light in the dark.

But where cometh the light from I cannot tell.



There was a storm brewing in the darkness.

Strong and vengeful gale in the gloomy darkness,

Threatening to blow out the flickering light in the dark;

Or so I feared: retreating away from the gloomy dark.



Oh alas! What strengthening you flickering light?

For thou art no ordinary light: thou art the Word.

That’s what His Word meant to me: a Flickering light.

It lighted the gloomy dark of my state in the world.



In the thundering and whirling storm of life;

It flickered brighter, withstanding the batter.

When the gale blows and the waves rolls high;

It flickered yet the more stronger and brighter.



When the earth quakes and rocks melt into quick sand;

It flickered yet the more into an incendiary of celestial hope,

Gradually expanding into universal dominance:

Thou but a flicker of light is the word upon which stayed my hope.