There is something drawing me
into the light again.
I think it is the dark,
showing me life again.
Certain there’s more to see,
just beyond this thin veil.
Knowing there’s something there,
if I just reach out,
step outside
of my gilded prison.
Fear does not define me.
Love is my reflection,
but I bear no halo,
I have never worn wings.
I have been stranded,
just like you.
All the movement that you see
has been hard won.
I only know resurrection
is a thing,
because He told me,
but my adulterous heart
has left me wandering
and seeking the light.
Now that I am standing
in the dark again,
the light becomes
so obvious,
just have to move towards it.
Quickly now!
The dark is full
of deadly comforts,
but I can’t see the light
as bright
in the day.
I’m accustomed to looking
for the stars in the night sky.
Maybe there’s an analogy there,
and it’s all been a tale
told in the sky.
Light and dark.
Maybe I’m just a part
of the bigger life?
I think I can see the light.
HG – 2018
