In His Shadow

This is another poem from my book. For further reading, see Psalm 91. In His Shadow Haunted though these halls may be, a light still flickers down some hidden way —His soft movements whisper sweetly to me, beckoning me, through the old and dusty corridors— a light so subtle in this darkened frame, yet, His movements gather, and gather, and gather, like a long and deep sunrise, slowly blossoming…