I am Night

I am night; God says
With darkness
Etched upon my skin.
Ugly ; wet inside violence
Words my lonesome friends
I call out to Me!
Oh, I, where did You run?
Myself, consumed with
Mortal fear;
Closeted by a blue-dressed doe.
I am Night; my God replies.

Night in the House of Poetry

Collaged Heart

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

I am Night, 30" x 22" x 1 1/2", mixed media, Ready to Hang, ©CKS
I am Night, 30″ x 22″ x 1 1/2″, charcoal, ink, acrylic, paper, graphite, wood, Ready to Hang, ©CKS

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