The Shadow

On quiet gray days, a shadow looms
and fills the corners of my soul’s rooms.
Sense of peace and joy has gone away.
I entertain a fear and dismay.

The shadow remains as it surrounds,
like a living force but with no sound.
I notice when I pause and ponder,
the dark presence is getting stronger.

Not a single word is spoken there,
but within this silent atmosphere;
a familiar voice within my soul,
says, “I will protect you from your foe.”

Though quiet gray and the shadow stays,
all is transformed as my soul displays,
the truth that my heart now understands -
the shadow is my dear Father’s hand.

Copyright  ©  December 15, 2008 by Karen M. Crump