After The Comma

         AFTER THE COMMA

After the comma, a space

space to breath before the next words

But they didn’t come

Silence and darkness of spirit came

Life

Empty, lonely, meaningless

This was the perspective from where I crouched

Wherever this place was

However near, however far from God

One thing was still sure,

Love

Strangely in my darkness

I could still love and be loved

The sight of a friend brought light, my only light

In those days of crying to an absent God

Whom I had no means of knowing

Even if He had been present

In time, from out of time came a silent word

And my spirit began to wake from its coma

Fluttering like a wounded bird

Surprised and happy to be alive, to life, to God

Starting again to fly,

                                                                             Wilf Oct 2015

                    This is the partner to 'Sometimes This', published earlier