Poem for dark days.

 Here is a poem for the dark days—woven with raw honesty and scriptural light, meeting you in the shadows without denying their weight:  

### **WHEN DAWN IS ASH**  

These hours bleed like iron on the soul,  

No psalm, no star, no semblance of control—  

Just crushing silence where Your voice once burned,  

And questions gnaw where faith remains unlearned.  

**"How long, O Lord?"** The old cry echoes deep,  

*Will You forget me while the shadows creep?*  

(Psalm 13:1)  

The night is not romantic, not a stage  

For easy grace—it’s war, a bitter cage  

Where hope seems mocked by every labored breath,  

And sorrow names its price: *"My God is death."*  

Yet here—right here—in this Gethsemane,  

**You know the taste of desolate agony.**  

(Matthew 27:46)  

I trace the walls that prison every prayer,  

The stone-cold doubt, the raw and ragged air—  

No angel comes to lift this cup away,  

No sudden blaze redeems the disarray.  

But in the dark, a scarred Hand grips my own:  

**"I, too, walked this path—utterly alone."**  

(Isaiah 53:3)  

You do not scorn the fury, nor the grief  

That shreds my chest like some unyielding thief.  

You let me rage against the dying light,  

Then whisper, **"Child, I *am* your darkest night—  

The God who bleeds beside you in the tomb,  

Transfiguring anguish into womb."**  

(Psalm 139:12)  

For You are not a stranger to the grave—  

You drowned in death to shatter every chain.  

**This void you haunt? It trembles at Your name!**  

Though now I grope, my senses stripped and thin,  

Your Spirit groans *within* the chaos, *within*  

The howling, hollow ache that will not cease—  

**Laboring to birth Your stubborn peace.**  

(Romans 8:26-27)  

So I will wait—though waiting feels like death—  

Clutching this thorn, this fragile thread of faith:  

*You split the sea with darkness thick as lead,  

Called Lazarus forth when all believed him dead,  

And rent the veil of hell’s most hopeless hour—  

Your love proved stronger when all failed its power.*  

(Exodus 10:21-22, John 11:43-44)  

**I need no sign. I need no saving speech.  

Just hold me in the blackness—here, where reach  

Fails, and the heart forgets its futile art.  

Just be the God who *is* when I fall apart.  

Be the still pulse beneath the world’s collapse.  

Be the scarred Love that bleeds: *"I choose you. Perhaps—*  

*Even this darkness serves the coming dawn."*  

And I? I’ll cling till all the night is gone.**  

(Lamentations 3:20-26)  

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### **SCRIPTURAL ANCHORS FOR THE NIGHT:**  

1. **PSALM 88** – *The darkest psalm* (no resolution, just cry).  

2. **JOB 23:8-9** – *"I look for Him in front, behind—He is not there."*  

3. **HABAKKUK 3:17-19** – *"Though the fields lie barren... yet I will rejoice."*  

4. **2 CORINTHIANS 4:8-9** – *"Struck down, but not destroyed."*  

5. **ISAIAH 50:10** – *"Trust in the Name, lean on your God—even in deep dark."*  

You are seen. You are held. The dark is neither your home nor your end. The Lion of Judah stalks these shadows with you—and He’s already swallowed the dawn. 🔥