A Change in Darkness - a poem from the edge
I am stuck in the question. It is dark and I am uncertain if the light will come round again…for another day. I wait. Defense no longer protects me I sit jailed on the edge of fear. Unwilling to move forward, unable to go back. I wait. The morning Earth smells holy, Holding my rememberings, of family, ancestors…perfect moments between birth, and death. I wait. The dark discloses stars as tiara, birdsong fills my deafness, The light begins to remember itself in my chest. I wait with anticipation… Blind and seeing what doesn’t move, Darkness has freed me to know the whereabouts of eternal breath… I wait here. The bluebird arrived home today via broken feathers, to what cannot break. By noticing what did not fail, I am firefly. I wait I glow. fluorescing.
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