Dark Presence

I do not want the bright, I want the dark,
for in the dark, O Lord, You come to me,
soft as a dove and gentle as a lark,
You swoop to touch my soul so lovingly.

You hover in Your own mysterious way,
light as a feather, heavy as a cross,
it’s not all peaches what You have to say,
You throw me for a loop, at times a loss.

But it’s all worth it as Your quiet voice,
consoling, stirring, counseling and true,
 a powerful presence, offers me a choice--
denial and sleep--or faith to follow You.

I reach to hold You, fending off the sleep,
left only with my promises to keep.

              -- by Pete Voelz       5/23/13