What kind of darkness..., Part 1

Some sat in darkness and deepest gloom,
    imprisoned in iron chains of misery.
Ps. 107:10

Sitting
Praying
Weeping
Inviting
Hope and comfort
Come fill this home
Fill this life

What kind of darkness
What kind of despair
Leaves a man
Hiding
Avoiding
Running
Mostly silent

All day
Every day
In bed
Oh he eats
And washes
But otherwise
Just laying there

He doesn't like staying there either
Shakes his head
Weepy
Tears as we pray
He doesn't like it
But it's the best choice he can see
It is all he can do

Father
Please break through
May Your warm gentle light
Break into his darkness
Warm his heart
Invite him
Up
And out
And on with life

Father
For the glory of Your name
For the love You have for them
For the son that's waiting, yearning
For the life that is left to be lived
For the purpose You have planned
Break through
Make change
Give hope
And life
And strength
And...
Whatever is needed

Update Sept. 25, 2014--Yesterday I learned that he does not just sit in bed all day every day. True, he rarely speaks, but his son says he does get up to go foraging on the hills for various in season plants and other edibles.