In low fields by the sea

Like barley bending

In low fields by the sea,

Singing in hard wind

Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending

And rising again,

So would I, unbroken,

Rise from pain;

So would I softly,

Day long, night long,

Change my sorrow

Into song.  

~ Sara Teasdale

When day comes, we ask ourselves...

                     ... where can we find light, in this never-ending shade?

                    Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: 
                    That even as we grieved, we grew.
                    That even as we hurt, we hoped.
                    That even as we tired, we tried. 

The hill we climb ~ Amanda Gorman 

From here to there

How?

How can I do this?

How will I get from here to there?

Your words

Nothing can be lost or won

stuck in its own frailty

Everything you heard 
was wrong


And your words
~ your words ~
made me strong

Near

How far?

Spindle

Kindness is ---

- a spindle of light

unspooling in darkness

- a strong golden filament

that softens the fall

- a thread of sense

in the insensible void 

Clarity

Turning in me
Burning in me

The Paper Kites

Again

Again - 

 - in the sleep, a dream - 
 - in the dream, a moment - 
 - in the moment, a light - 
 - in the light, an answer - 

Again - 

 - in the answer, a question - 
 - always, a question - 
 - Always - - - 

Light

Only through knowing darkness do we discover the wonder of light.  

Illuminate

Better to illuminate than merely to shine,

to deliver to others contemplated truths

than merely to contemplate.

~ Thomas Aquinas

Precious

Today is full with sunshine and light.

I hold these precious, fragile moments in my heart.

etched darkly

three trees

and in the middle

a still space

where the sky

sang with light

(I never want to stop noticing the details)

Molten

Diamond

When––– 

When–   

did the tender plant shrink,

fall to the ground, rot,

lie buried, suffocating?

did the fragile star gasp,

plummet to leaden death, smoulder,

burn coldly, slumbering?

did the ponderous world compress,

stoke the crucible heart, distil,

sear molten, transforming?

did the impatient core heave,

quicken in primal depths, churn,

fling violent, seething?

did the corrosive elements weep,

scour the oppressive grime, rasp,

chafe bare, exposing?

did the tireless steel gouge,

tear through loamy embrace, strike,

seize fiercely, coveting?

did the curious blade tremble,

caress the exquisite angles, question,

cleave naked, revealing?

When–

will the insightful light bloom,

glance this nascent diamond, reflect,

catch brilliant, desiring?