In my terror, I said
“I am cut off from your sight”;
but you heard the voice of my prayer
when I called to you.
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Late, after stepping out
of my crowded house
into the soft, murmuring measures
of the autumn night,
light, from the dead
and dying stars,
began revealing
their terrifying propositions:
a frigid infinitude
of nothingness
staring down the centuries'
shafts of bones and
shifting dust;
the encroaching erasure
poised above our predicaments
with its' smear of eternity.
But, see the leaves gliding
through the gauze of dark
like shadowed cloaks
through vesper halls;
are kneeling into
the hard ground of limits,
opening their palms of fire
into the measureless-black
blank;
are surrendering like saints
into vast vigils,
into being
held by love,
in You.
I like the nature of this piece, it's autumn darkness, its illusions and references to mortality. Interesting piece. I like the dead and dying stars. It is a different perspective -- but you still see. I like the title - it reminds us of our true sight. Love and Light to you in this dimming season!
ReplyDeleteAnd to you too!! Yes, it was a different emotion that night looking up at the stars from my porch. A bit terrifying, in a way, until I noticed the leaves blowing across the air like shadows in the night. They were so beautiful and full of hope at that moment. Thanks for your careful reading once again and lovely comments. Enjoy friend!!!
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