Mercy

"a dark cloud is no sign that the sun

has lost its light

and dark black convictions are no

arguments that god has laid aside

his mercy"

i my darkest hours i find comfort 

in that mercy

Learning....

image by unworn

 give up all the other worlds

except the one to which

you

belong

sometimes it takes

darkness

and the sweet confinement of your

aloneness

to

learn

A Different Quiet

"i have learned that if you must leave
a place that you have lived in and loved
and where all your yesterdays are buried
deep...leave it any way except a slow way
leave it the fastest way you can. never turn
back and never believe that an hour you
remember is a better hour because it is dead.

passed years seem safe ones

while the future lives in a cloud

formidable from a distance

the cloud clears as you enter it"

this house tonight

a different quiet

this night

darker

i sit

 in vacant contemplation

of nothing...

Farmers of Light

i bless this darkness

for without it

i would never do this work

i would be distracted continually

but in the dark

robbed of my sight

i must look inward

and while it is painful

i bless the wisdom

in me

that brought me here

i will try to be the best

student i can

of the night

for i sense

the quality of

myself here

is the quality that will come with me

as i walk through the rest of my days

and my willingness to really

roll up my sleeves

to do the hard work

will determine my experience here

in the long night of my soul

and will determine the length

 of my stay

and will determine

i think

even the length and quality

of my return to day

 so quiet...body

i know you are afraid

you crawl out of your skin

with the fear that

this darkness is here

forever

and quiet...mind

focus

on your mirror image

see the starlight within

and grow those points of light out

until the light swells across our internal

horizon

spilling outward

we are not in the business of

fighting darkness

we are farmers of light

so stay quiet...body

stay focused...mind

stare at the stars

quiet yourself

and know

i am alive in here

waking inside myself

Heartsore

"when you sit in silence long enough

you learn that silence has a motion.

it glides over you without shape or form

exactly like water. its color is silver.

and silence has a sound you hear only

after hours of wading inside it. the sound

is soft...like flute notes rising up...

like the words of glass speaking."

"i have this strange sense that my silence is

preparing me for something i can't name..."

some days

 so heartsore

silence 

my only 

companion