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|Fri, 10-12-2012 - 9:21am|
Sometimes, when I am down in that dark and deep canyon
with black and swirling storm clouds over my head
dreading to live, wanting to die.
The blackness falling in on me,
There seems no chance of rescue
and if there was, the attempt would seem in vain.
Then someone reaches down to me,
holds out their hand
and without judgement or condemnation
pulls me slowly, steadily upwards towards the glimmer of light,
so very feint yet still it is there
and I see Hope.