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White Light

by Ryan Nardi

In the darkest hours,
when sin is drank like purple wine,
when the devil whispers tricks
meant to eclipse your mind,
when the night comes
and the loneliness makes colors fade,
in the night the devil tells
you there's no coming day.

Light a candle
to illuminate your cave.
Dip a pen in ink
to list your endless shame.
Light a candle,
and the sun may round the bend.
Light a candle
when you pray,

And tell the white light
that you'll beg and bend your knees.
Tell the white light
that you want to be forgiven, please.
Tell your white lies,
that this was the last time.
Tell the white light
that you want to see the change and be redeemed.

04/21/2019

Posted on 04/21/2019
Copyright © 2019 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/27/19 at 04:46 PM

I surely can relate. I especially like these lines: "when sin is drank like purple wine" and "the loneliness makes colors fade, / in the night the devil tells / you there's no coming day." The devil speaks entirely too much to me, but thank God I do not listen very often. Thanks So much Ryan.

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