Surrounded by the Dark

O Lord, I am surrounded by the dark;
   The cold and vicious claws of angst and dread
   Suck life from me and every vital spark,
   Till in defeat my faith is but a shred—
   My strength is gone, I barely lift my head.
   But then I hear Your gentle voice so clear:
   "I Am the light; I go where you now tread."
   The God, who speaks and light breaks bright and clear,
Has sworn to be with you, O soul, now bids you cheer!

- D. Benning

The Golden Light

The golden light at evening shone
With yellow lights and radiant tones,
Then quietly fell and sped away—
A gentle close at end of day.

- D. Benning

Unprocessed capture of the lighting just as the sun was setting.
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