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Thursday, June 18, 2009

This Side of the Dark

I saw the darkness when no one else saw
and felt the weight of an unknown flaw
Alone I questioned, alone I groped
Yet the answers were not what I had hoped

Then the darkness set about its quest
of taking a child from his mother’s breast —
to a state of madness, a dreary place
Leaving only the slightest trace
Of the boy that I had known so well and loved so much —
A boy who might have been president or a preacher or such

Eventually others began to see
and accusations flew at me
Surely I’d done something horribly wrong
but the darkness only soldiered on

Defying explanation and resisting aid
Manic swings left me afraid
How far to the edge? How long can he last?
How much can we take in a house made of glass?
From the boy that I had known so well and love so much —
A boy who might have been president or a preacher or such

Fatigue and sorrow weigh down this weak frame
Yet I press on and with conviction proclaim
all is not lost, the darkness will end
My child will prevail, his spirit will mend

As I yearn for the boy that He knows so well and loves so much —
The boy He could have made president or a preacher or such
More than anything, I know the boy lives in the palm of His hand
where darkness will give way at His command

© 2009 Carrie B. Fisher

. . . weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

Psalm 30:5 NIV


Even in darkness light dawns for the upright, for the gracious and compassionate and righteous man.

Psalm 112:4 NIV