Alone In The Early Dark
Which way to turn
in the long hours
between night and day?
What calls in the distance
at the edges of memory
yet lives now in the secret place
of the solitary heart?
Alone in the early dark
I find myself beneath stars,
the streetlights shining
yet above them the eternal.
I’ve asked the hidden ones
about the times before us.
Like Moses long ago
we will face the impossible.
If wise, we store power
through the magic
of forgiveness.
Nothing else will help
in the sea we must cross.
Don Hynes
1 comment:
What a magnificent poem, Don. It is so rich and powerful when read aloud, evoking the immensity of the Holy Sound within the Great Silence. Thank you. db
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