Waiting for darkness to lift – night to turn to day – winter to end – ones health to improve – imprisonment and a phase of sick governance to finish… there are so many moments of darkness that we long to be over… and eventually change happens. This prayer explores that movement of darkness to light, and offers thanks.
Quiet descends A traveller moves Through the hours of doom The heart sinks The spirit falters
Nothing is seen Time is suspended Night-time Sorrow-time… A gloomy void
Yet in the darkest hour A liminal moment A seed of light A faint glimmer
A soul Stands at the gate Of life and death Where the spirit flutters.
The journey Is transformed
Light breaks the darkness The sacred is revealed One is held In the light of love And so we give thanks