Recall

As real as the mist of despair was smothering my being and none seemed to care. And as true the fact that hopelessness was my only helpless address. Still I answered a call to the depths of my soul for redemption's light to visit my earthy Sheol. With that a slim Sonbeam creased my midnight stay. A glimpse of hope sent my way , beyond what I could do or say , called me towards that eternal day. I could not comprehend how this could be or even imagine what was happening to me. Only knowing I had been swept from dark to light , from location hopeless blindness to address hopeful sight. So now I abide here, at hopeful sight, for the taste of despair proves redemption's light. JE 2016