January 17, 2008


Posted in Poetry, Thoughts tagged , at 1:57 am by randallbutisingh


by Randall Butisingh
I do not ask to see your face, O Love effulgent!
‘Twill be too much for my poor sight;’
But as through dark clouds, a golden glow
Gives promise of the glory of the sun.
Shed Thou a tiny ray of Thy pure light;
To penetrate my gloom and brighten up my Hope;
Then with the spark my soul has caught,
I’ll walk with Faith the dreary night,
Never fearing, when Thou art the light.

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