a dark time, and a light
with my psyche
winds whirl and whip at me,
the unspeakable can happen
in a world close enough to me to notice,
and despair can pull tears from my eyes,
a darkness can fall over my hope for a time,
and it can feel hard to breathe, to move,
another wind can come up, clear away the blocking fog,
and I discover something beautiful, too, has happened,
a newness born, a hope that bursts toward the future,
a building up that defies the breaking down,
within our world, within our psyche,
multitudes of paths open and close all the time,
we love the paths that go up and toward the light,
we need to also clearly see the paths
that call to us of darkness.
by Henry H. Walker
April 19, ’13
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