The Flaming Balm Of Gilead

In steps bewildered, lonely,
I struggled wildly in confusion,
under dark duress.
I tore at life, I stumbled,
crying in distress.
Breathing hard, I faltered,
My heart stood still with fear,
with fevered brow, now lathered
I brushed aside each tear.

No-where could I find a path,
A walk of safer way,
Eerie faces leered, in haunting,
empty wilderness-
Of bitter cold foray.
The wind whipped up a frenzy,
Thunder claps rolled loud,
Lightening flashed across the sky,
Revealing angry, lowering cloud.

Voices cried... come back,
My heart beat wild with fright,
I sought escape from darkness,
The sadness of the night.
Haunting doubts screeched loudly.
No, you shan't.
Cold voices calling from the past,
echoed o'er and o'er,
No, no, no, you can't.

Suddenly,
the Earth it shuddered,
then all stood deathly still.
I watched the raindrops glisten,
gently as they fell.
The flaming light of Heaven,
dried wet tears upon my face.
Gentle drips, caressed my mind,
like intricate white lace.

Love compelled my sight above,
as sunbeams filtered through.
The clouds rolled back like parchment,
unfurling panoramic view.
There before me, flamed a lamp,
warm, inviting.......light.
It beckoned me with welcome-
the healing balm of life.

The pathway led through Gilead,
as lovely as desired.
Golden beauty glowed before me,
For this I had aspired.
I peered into the distance,
to see such glowing light,
Alluring me to push ahead,
to leave behind the night.

Thus, I ventured forward,
until a staircase greeted me.
I crossed the floor of darkness...
Drawn by eyes of kindness, endearing,
my name upon the lips, so very soft....
with sweetest tenderness.

Suddenly my tattered dress
became the purest white,
I felt myself swept up,
the shadows faded out of sight.

Compelling
..love..
drew me forward
...ever on...
my upward flight...

"Lift"
"yearning"
exhausted
fight,
exploded
into
everlasting light.

My dream come true.
Oh pure delight,
now home
with all the love my heart had sought,
Oh Love-
The Prince of Life.

Soft whispers from

Derry's Heart Poems © Oct 2009
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"No eye has seen, no ear has heard
no mind has conceived
what God has prepared, for those who love Him"
1 Corinthians 2:9