The Darkness' Gift
She walked in bereft of fear, no thought of shedding a tear,
Knowing only joy and love, and trusting God from up above,
She walked into the blackest night, thinking it was really light,
And only found the milk had spilled when all her dreams were killed.
Fear now seeping in around, she tried to find a way to ground,
She cursed the One that stole her away, and snatched away the light of day,
Never seeing the gift in hand: a chance to fall, a chance to stand,
And so she fell away from hope, never seeing the way to cope.
She dared not dream that she could play, she dared not dream she would not stay,
When she was once more granted sun, then she did see the lessons won,
The darkness was a gift, she knew, the dark was light, it was so true!
The One who took her from her friends, restored what's good and made amends.
Without the dark she'd not know light, the sweetness from the serpent's bite.
The aching of orgasmic joy, or the separation of girl and boy,
And so she thanks the darkest night, for appreciation of the light,
Once more knowing only love, and once more trusting God above.
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