Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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The Darkest Shadow ~Written by CordieB.

shadow
Photo courtesy of Jill Greeseth , and is licenced under the Creative Commons

I am the tallest, darkest shadow to fall upon the hearts of men;
I have caused enormous calamity, failure and sin;
With me in a heart, humans seldom ever win.

Such a cold, dark, shallow shadow am I;
I bring on fears and tears, causing humans to sigh, asking why?

I’ve destroyed countless relationships, successes and faith;
I’m quite subtle, yet very strong is my wrath;
All minds and hearts will inevitably at times see me in their path.

All humans encounter me, some more than another;
You see, insecurity is my sister and worry is my brother;
My father is fear; suspicion, my mother.
I embrace souls at night like a new found lover.
If you are not carefull, I will suffocate you under my dark, thick cover.

Like a blanket of dread, I cover my prey;
To release yourself of my wrath, you must kneel down and pray;
Stay thankful and hopeful, live day by day.

I’ve had many second-guessing what’s wrong from right.
I cause anxiousness, apprehensiveness,
and can make hearts uptight;
But my shadow is very easily overcome by the family of light . . .

For the bright light of hope, faith, and love shine so bright
And they bring courage, security and trust to join in the fight;
Such illuminosity, clarity, and brilliance is their light,
It will cause my dark, deep shadow to fade and disappear straight into the night!

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The Stranger ~By CordieB


by juggle5 artwork Fingerprint Portrait 02
from Flickr  originally uploaded here
 

This poem was written for PoefusionMonday Mural ; whereas the author asks what words and thoughts are provoked by the image.  Here are my thoughts . . .

The Stranger

Does the stranger pose danger?
Or is our fear just another prejustice
Taught to us from childhood on?

Does the stranger pose danger?
Or is our fear just another assumption; injustice
for which we so easily pass on?

What are the statistics of the stranger
Who lurks into our minds; our nightmares, our fears?
. . .who causes our hearts to race; our eyes to scan. . .

Does the stranger pose danger?
Is he a rapist, a pedifile, a robber, a murderer?
Or is the stranger simply just a man without a plan?