What lurks in the darkness
Shawn Smith - Feb 3, 2008
It scurries about invisible.
Eye hath not seen,
Nor any ear heard,
Nor any nose detected,
Nor any tounge tasted
What enters into the heart of man - this man.
But He, who sees and knows all, is well aware.
A secret veil,
Obscurity profound.
Darkness that can be cut with a knife,
A black ant on a black rock on a moonless night,
A soul devoid of light.
Yet the outward aspect
Shines as bright as the noon-day sun.
Heaps of praises,
Accolades galore,
Trophies on the living room mantle,
High sounding titles,
Are conferred by those who remain ignorant
Of what lurks in the darkness.