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The Falling and The Rising
God, the light has shown into my midnight eyes
A penetrating beam through my eyelids
Breaking my contentedness of knowing only reflections
Of a source well beyond my understanding
I have climbed ladders in my mind, one wrung at a time
Thinking the higher I stood, the more open my eyes would become
But, just like birds with talons and eagle-eyes
The higher I’d fly, the farther the prize became
Questions are the enemy’s best friend
A blanket of confusion instilled in every breath
Of how deep faith’s root can grow
When the seed’s shell has just broken ground
As the wind dries even further the land
The apparent draught never lets on its evitable end
And, hope is stolen once again in the middle of light
When the lie's façade masks truth's brick and mortar
But, dusk is always just a half-a-worlds turn away
With comfort and rest its most desirable pseudonyms
And, with rest comes rejuvenation
And, comfort opens the mouth of faiths well-spring
Though the peaks and troughs reveal and hide the sun
There is purpose in both the falling and the rising
The continual pendulum of brokenness and healing
Bred to birth a stronger will and soul before the tides envelop the body
