A Resurrection from the House of Despair

   
I walked silently through the house of despair      
no screaming or shouting      
no whinging or whining      
no tearing of hair …      
just a walk in silence through the house of despair      
       
I sense an old thought, more fully aware      
at a suitable distance      
I note my resistance      
and habit’s persistence …      
as I sense an old thought, more fully aware      
       
On top of a hill, there’s a Man - no longer there      
he’s risen away      
left the prison today      
but is it the way      
on top of a hill, with a Man no longer there?      
       
So I look for a sign with a mind that won’t care      
no pause for a thought      
or search for a cause      
no grabbing at straws …      
just look for a sign with a mind that won’t care      
       
I spy an old boat with the wind rising fair      
an outgoing tide      
that offers a ride      
from a pain deep inside …      
an old boat with the wind rising fair      
       
as decades of darkness from God knows quite where      
are lifted to lee      
as a gift of the sea      
with a man sailing free  
from decades of darkness from God knows quite where      
   
And it seems there’s a jewel that’s terribly rare  
it’s there to be found  
deep down in the ground  
emitting a sound  
announcing the jewel that’s terribly rare  
   
For somewhere in heaven we’re given a dare -  
you have to begin  
that journey within  
with nothing to win    
but a heaven that gave us the dare  
       
And the only way out of the house of despair      
is see it right through      
to a differing view      
and thank what is true      
in the journey we took through the house of despair.