The Archivist Series
Able to Atone
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Able to Atone
My soul shivers in trepidation
as it feels the pain of eternal damnation.
In the quiet catacombs of my mind
in the ink black depths of the night
whispering prayers to the void
the heavy weight of doubt a constant fight.
Questions unanswered multiply in the darkness
lost in confusion with whispers of fear
the weight of uncertainty like an anchor
each and every passing year.
Doubt rustles the mind like leaves in the wind
as my heart searches in vain
my spirit dying like summers parched grass
hoping the race to nowhere will not be my domain.
Then out of nowhere an inner voice I heard
"have faith Peter" you must trust the unseen
the only way forward to release my pain
is let my Higher Power guide me, to intervene.
Slowly as my heart starts to mend
the fog of my doubt begins to end.
Each and every breath that I take
I find a newfound belief in the power of faith.
Relief in the midst of this self-made darkness
my soul and faith restored and renewed,
the light starts to show me the right and correct way
guiding my soul and how life should be viewed.
Thankful for the Lord's forgiveness and mercy
as truth shines on me from his golden throne
may it grant me the courage for tonight
let me embrace you more fiercely, let your light be shown.
Let me know that I am not all alone
for it is only by your saving grace, that I am,
able to atone.
-Peter
