Lonely is not my end,
It is but a chapter
In my epic story;
Nights alone,
Basking in a blue light
Soothing and healing internal hurts
From love gone wrong
Is where I am meant to be,
Right now,
For now;
Tenderly mending from in to out,
Alone,
to never again be truly lonely;
Here, preparing my heart
For whatever is next,
Building its muscle
To jump back in,
Wanting,
But patient for Love,
Biding my precious time,
For someone loving,
ready and worthy of me,
And what I have to offer in return;
With one life to live,
I will appreciate the embrace of the dark
Until when I am ready and willing,
To be
embraced in the dark.
Tag: Dark
Through the Fissure
When all is dark
Give not in to fear
The dark has stars
That guide the easy,
Light that is still,
Though far away,
Let despair not grip you,
When hope seems lost,
The dawn will still break,
And through the fissure
The light shall spill,
Seeping in and over the day,
Making things clearer,
Making things easier to bear.
Humanity of Evil
My task will be to talk on evil,
What a daunting predicament I have put myself in,
Evil,
Such a short word,
With the utmost power
Such a complicated matter,
Of descerning what this force is,
How it is manifest,
And from who and or what it originates,
I cannot subscribe to the school of original sin,
That evil was originated via exercise of free will in a foreseeable folly of curious innocents,
I cannot see evil then placed blame on one gender for the flaws that would have been subject to any other curious innocent,
No,
Evil is a force that exists in possibility of the loss of good,
How is good known without the existence of it’s anthesis?
For this reason I see that evil has always been a part of the scenario, even if in the shadows,
Evil,
The word stings off the tip of the elevated tongue; curved like a snake’s,
It calls to mind images of most horrific atrocities,
And yet,
From evil one may always be amazed,
By the shape of which it may take,
Evil,
We talk about it in hushed voices,
As if in whispers it won’t find us,
Won’t be capable of coming from inside us,
Evil,
That which we imagine as horned entities,
Demons,
For recognizing the humanity of evil is too harsh to bear,
Recognizing the capability of innately innocent beings corrupting with time and influence is hard to swallow,
But if we can become this othered evil, surely there is room to become something better,
Surely there is redemption,
Surely there is still good, better, in this existence,
Perhaps too ordinary to see against the backdrop of horrible evils,
Perhaps we should look closer, deeper,
See what evil wants us to miss,
See the good that shines just as bright,
That heralds songs of light,
Like the presence of new birth,
The rebound of innocence,
In a world already scarred by evil,
Innocence and it’s goodness serves to heal.
Winter Berries
I feel her inside of me
The goddess she blossoms,
Even in the bitter cold,
Ripe like crimson winter berries,
Rubies against slopes of white,
In the dark she calls,
Ever nearer,
Deep within,
Never without,
I shall not fear the dark,
The unknown,
Whenever she’s here,
Surely I’m home,
Goddess unseen,
I only feel you,
Pulsing through my veins,
In the touch of a leaf,
Caress of a hand,
Silk of water flowing over me,
Where can I not find you?
That I surely don’t wish to know,
Goddess you are in me,
you are with me,
You are me,
And this
We,
I
Know.
Fog Ghosts
Heavy rain on snow
Dense mist tendrils creep on in,
White fog ghosts float forth.
Winter Solstice
Winter darkness envelopes,
In thick smokey blankets,
The chill is deep and braces bones,
And in the splendor of white snow beauty
There is irony,
In the fear and loneliness of a winter abyss
That is so breathtaking,
And the Moon and sun see this
and shift their positions in the sky,
To warm and comfort the anxious
Lifeforms on earthen ground below,
And moon grows larger,
Glowing,
For longer light as the sun is farthest away,
“No,” whispers a silent voice
In the pitch,
“I’d never leave you,
Not that way”,
And so twinkle the diamonds
Of the sky,
the Moon lights the way,
As round the sun we go
She of Letters 