Evening Prayer

    There is a cool, clear evening
     Outside my porthole of pain.
     It is mopping up the dampness
     From a gripping, impassioned rain.

     An eerie longing is forming
     Around my soul of wasting desire.
     I can feel the Devil's winter
     Boxing in my mental empire,

     If I were not bound to the
     Gravity of a disquieting sphere,
     I believe my mind would wander
     Into a pit sanctioned by fear.

     Yes, my sanity hangs onto the edge
     Of a chasm with a depth unknown,
     But I cling to the walls of hope-
     I love God's life as much as my own.

                Yorktown Disciple
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