Light in the Dark

Last night was difficult:

where-is-sleep/ where-is-rest?

Frequent waking,

stumbling through the house.

Just one more sip of water and I can sleep=wishful thinking.

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Shaky and fretful I sit at the table and tearfully tell my love that I am not unhappy just sad and overwhelmed.

These are the dreams I had-

These are the people that came to visit me in my sleep-

These are the questions that wake me shaking and trembling-

These are the failures, the fears, the fright-

These are the thoughts I cannot shake!

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A kiss,

A nod,

A cup of coffee,

A slice of toast and egg scramble.

Acceptance.

He knows me.

He is not surprised.

He loves me.

He isn't going anywhere.

I am not forsaken.

I am not alone.

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As the sun peeked out,

as it does even in the midst of the darkness of days, in the shadows of fear and sorrow-

I heard tweets and warbles from birds at the feeder,

I thought of a prayer learned long ago.

I offered it as my blessing before eating.

(Let me come to You as a child today, Lord, carrying the offering of things too heavy to bear along with my gratitude for all that you have given us)

‘Thank you for the world so sweet-

Thank you for the food we eat.

Thank you for the birds that sing.

Thank you, God, for everything.'

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Dedicated to the dark night of my spirit in April 2020.

Sometimes the language of my heart can only be translated as poetry

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