This poem was inspired by the sight of a very awesome site, ChristianGoth.com. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Untold,
In my soul -
A thousand Hallelujahs.
I walk the catacombs
Where darkness roams
To find my way to the light,
Though I live at the edge of night,
Bearing torches in my heart
For the lonely
The forgotten
Begotten
Of God and Man.
Can you understand?
We live in an age
Where our page
Of history is written
To leave us smitten
With a label -
Unstable,
Wicked
Devil-worshipers -
When all we do is decorate
Our outer house
To match the feelings within.
Our Lord was not afraid of death.
Our Lord was not afraid of pain.
Our Lord was not afraid of melancholy.
So we walk in the parlor
Of the mournful,
Despite the scornful
Rejection of modern-day Pharisees,
Because we see
Our Lord Jesus
Is there
To bear
Sorrows upon his shoulders
And grief upon his back.
Written 4/15/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
