Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
A sob in the night awakens us from dreams,
a crack opens in the wall and in seeps the dark stream
with pieces of broken things in it, and blood, and our own ragged edge,
and in seeps the light, and the voice singing.
We want to pull the wall around us, the sorrow pouring in,
but it is breached now, it is only an illusion,
and we are out in the dangerous light, the fragile street,
tender as everyone else, ready to duck, ready to weep.
We are all refugees now, foreigners, except to foreigners.
It's the egg that is cracked, the stone rolled away.
If there is a place for love, for your own brave soul, this is it.
The cord in another's heart knotted in yours,
the hand reaching for you you can reach out to.
Terror and the stillness, and the voice singing.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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