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 second by sweet second
from one degree of glory to another;
a light so softly warm,
that in the shadow of His shadow:
a silence knows peace,
and wandering eyes
need
only
be still—
© Michael C Johnson