Advent

Do not judge darkness; it is something,
not nothing. It has certain
requirements of shadow yes,
leanings into corners,
tall spectres which appear
forlorn or monstrous –
suddenly they look like giants
crashing their way into a house of woe.
But recall
pregnancy’s warm deep glow
the beauty of holding
what develops in its own time,
what’s to be revealed:
sweetness of an invisible face
set to be known
for a whole lifetime.
Darkness is patient.
It brings forth everything that is,
or is to be,
or isn’t even thought of yet.
All that’s in-between
is given grace there,
and tenderly it receives
what cannot yet
or can no longer
withstand the intimidating pressure of light.
Unconditionally
darkness eats, swallows, digests, composts
and grows with minute awareness
cloaked in sweet moss,
like a sloth’s fur coat,
providing a nocturnal ecosystem
for what would burn
to ashes under the sun.

Ala
A nice read for a Sunday morning. Inspiring words.
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