glory, glory, glory

to the sun that rises

on the horizon

and in our hearts and minds,

glory to the gold-spilled light

that pours over all black things

making them beautiful,

making us beautiful

there is a moment of fear

sometimes

when the sun suddenly sets

and you find yourself trapped

under a darkening sky

inexplicably frozen with the thought –

“what if the sun fails to rise?”

though you know it will

You say it will…

it is hard to believe

when you’re alone in the dark

Sometimes the darkness comes on like the rush of water released from a breached dam. It comes without warning and the submersion is complete and merciless as it directs me in strong currents that I cannot swim against.

My greatest fear is not that the darkness will consume me…my greatest fear is that I will somehow survive it.

I am plague 

this foul disease

bringing shadow

bringing black

I am infection

spreading through and into

all that you love

i cut my heart into three
and watched over
as the sun took hold
and grew these anew,
lifted these bright lights
before my eyes…

i cut my heart into three
only to have now four
that beat in time and place
and i feel that much more

painjoylovehatesadglad

i cut me heart into three,
i cut my heart into thee,
that i
might become
we

that the water which would drown me
carries me to the western shores

that the air the would tear me up
would lift me to a high place

that the earth that would bury me
would hold me as i walk along

that the fire which would turn me to ashes
would light my way and warm my nights

that my every beloved heart never stops
but beats forever in time with mine