Catherine
I searched my whole life
to find what I desire,
and to think that when
I found it I would run.

Like sunlight rushing into a room
long darkened when the curtain
is first drawn back,
it is too bright to bare.

Fear races through me,
so I hide with hopes that
light will fade into
darkness once again.

But, I hate the dark
the light is where I belong,
and I long for its touch
of warmth on my cold lonely frame.

He fills me to completion
with the substance of His rays.
How I long to be held in the morning dew
of a grassy knoll on the mountain side.
To walk through the wood as the Sun
poors His rays through the green leaves.
To watch Him set over a lake,
but then to be lost in shadow

This I fear to be my eternal home:
searching for the light once more.