A Poem for Day Sixteen
Somewhere in the silenceI sense a shifting
In this weighty darkness
a low and lambent light
The biting blackout
begins to loosen
Joy is coming
Joy is coming
JOY is coming
Prepare with me
to welcome
Light
-lisa, 16 December, 2013
1 comment:
"The biting blackout begins to loosen. Joy is coming!" I can hear those last three words as a barely discernible deep throbbing sound today. Very insistent and powerful. Thank you!
Sharon
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