Dank dark, down and delving
Devilling into the depths
Maybe here we shall find refuge
Away from the sun’s burning light.
Do not remain content with
Just under the surface of things
For here is where the seedlings sprout
And the good nuts crack
No! Do not stay here for pity’s sake
But work your way, writhe and bellow
Puff and blow, strive and muster
Further and further away from that
Damnable light that will
Stay the same, stay the same,
Keep things as they are.
If it aint broke don’t fix it.
Really. Leave me alone.
I am happy here in the cold, rocky heart
Of the chasm, the abyss where not one chink
Of that blasted light can reach me.
What’s that you say?
The sun is in the soil?
Caught between the rocks?
Soaked into every molecule?
Full of nutrients and goodness?
A living water table?
Trickling through everything?
Where then shall we go?
* * * *
If it is the destiny of everything
To be bathed in light, as seems
To be the truth making itself known
In every crevice, each dark corner
Where the presence of shadow
Is only temporary, merely fleeting –
A curtain that must part to make way
For the pouring down and shining through –
Then, we may as well give up the game
Lay down the arms, lift hands up waving white,
Surrendering temporal to eternal
Ego to glorious Eternal- Self-in-God
Mask to imperfect smile, unchecked tears,
And step aside,
To let the divine pour.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015