## Where Gospel Glows With choking fog that drives me blind, this winter’s eve's a stormy night. As waters churn where shadows hide, a darkness lurks -- its talons filed. --- I speak aloud with words refined, a posture proud, my head held high. "Deliver me, and lend your might!" I seek reprieve — I need what's right. I hold her gaze, converse her eyes. The volumes flow, they urge my tides of light to grow -- turn ablaze the sky. --- My heart's gone calm. My nose runs dry. From softer words than I could find -- she's masked my pain with her reply. --- So for a while the gloom subsides, and gospel glows while shadow hides.