A Stormy Night
(Number Three of a Trilogy of Sonnets)
In turning to my God I feel unfair
to ask of Him to free me from this day
or offer Him another cross to bear
when I alone, in daylight, lost my way.
I travel down a road that soon will end
and yet I cannot find the way of peace,
nor can I feel the presence of a friend,
as thunder brings a night that will not cease.
My memories will keep me brave and warm
but dreams, they cannot heal my blinded sight,
nor are there any rainbows in this storm,
so I am forced to live this darkest night.
My aching heart resounds a final plea,
'I see, Oh God! The street... it ends. Spare me!'