Colin F. Jones

SHADOWS OF THE LIGHT

~ 1 ~

Darkness is the shadow of the light,
The shady side of what you see as bright;
The place where dreams keep you from harm’s way,
For in the dark no one sees you pray.
Tis where your thoughts are closest to your God,
Where you can rest from the trail you plod,
Where in the silence you can think as you,
And in your heart more sacred love accrue.
Fear not the darkness for it is the light,
That will bring more torment to your sadder plight,
For the shadows are the stepping stones to calm,
That lead you far away from every harm,
For darkness is the shadow of the light,
Where Angels pass through eternal night.

~ 2 ~

I slowly die for time doth aide decease,
That through one’s body spreads as it doth please,
And though I think I’m ready, I don’t know,
How can a living man be pleased to go.
We all must die someday our lives must end,
It is a truth on which we can depend,
Though it is sad to lose those folk we know,
We are condemned to go where dead folk go.
Waste not a day for each day wastes of you,
Live your brief lives with love in all you do,
Stand up for freedom though your life is brief,
And know the cost of love is born in grief.
For yes, I slowly die as time demands,
For time doth issue death its last commands.

~ 3 ~

I did not serve today for those tomorrow,
Who will serve times promise of continued sorrow,
I live my time right now for life today,
That all who might survive their deaths delay.
All good men who lead us nearer truth
Are slain by powers known yet so aloof,
For this false world on goodness can’t survive,
That’s why our heroes are not left alive.
We pass through brightness into calmer shade,
To meet ourselves where our souls were made,
To stand before the replicas of our views,
Clothed in all the sins that life accrues.
And if I meet my Angel she will know,
Which way I am to walk; which way to go.

~ 4 ~

When the Lord returns to take from greedy hands
All those possessions and those stolen lands,
To restore the vanquished animals and birds,
The great plain grasses and the roaming herds;
To make pure again the rivers and the lakes,
And punish us for deliberate cruel mistakes.
Then where ere I be though I be in Hell,
The elation in my body’s soul will swell,
And cast itself upon the passing breeze,
To filter through the new born ancient trees,
There where time promotes true loves increase,
To blossom as a Spirit born in Peace.
For in the shadows of my last days dusk,
At last I’ll find a truth that I can trust.

Submitted for the December 2003 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Darkness”