Waking up in the dead of night

Groping through darkness

Searching for nothing

Or maybe something

Trying to make sense of it all

I look in every direction

There has to be some meaning

A Stronghold to latch onto

Near, sure, solid, loyal

Whence will my help come?

In my darkness, I feel it suddenly

The Book, His Book!

Disuse-worn, dust-covered

Then it dawns on me –

The answer to the question

Why then not this darkness?

When its pages I didn’t turn

“Child, you wandered away,” He says

“Too long I almost lost you.

Welcome back, child,” He beckons me close

We got some catching up to do.”