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Thursday, February 5, 2015

When Darkness Falls

“When darkness falls, beauty is lit from within.”
― Johnathan Jena
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Early morning 6am
I step into the day
into a darkness that has not yet lifted

the wind races through the trees
warm and laden with
rain to come

snow lies depleted on the ground
a remnant
tired and dirty

the road shifts beneath my step
clay turned to mud
cloying and ugly

it is not a morning to make my heart sing

yet it is not a morning my heart, my soul cannot sing
for the deepest joy
the greatest beauty

comes not from without
not from a world which is sometimes
perhaps often
ugly and challenging

not from external forces which can
crush and depress

but from that deep place
where we communion with the sacred
and find love and resilience
and what we need
to smile
perchance
to laugh
and maybe even
dance

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