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.
Defense no longer protects me
I sit jailed on the edge of fear.
Unwilling to move forward, unable to go back.
The morning Earth smells holy,
Holding my rememberings,
of family, ancestors…perfect moments between birth, and death.
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.
Organic materials change over time.
We are, most certainly, in that category as human beings; we change over time; we are all time travelers:
on a Chaplain's life