An Eve in Winter
When you enter a darkened room
and see a pool of moonlight on the floor,
do you wait to turn the lights on
so you can step into the glow?
For brightness can scare away the paler shades.
Though it is good for seeing definitions clearly and
avoiding stray furniture, it is poor for
hearing and keeping the secret
that’s whispered through tender starlight
to waiting earth of snow.
When I say, “let there be light,”
smugly snapping on devices,
I cannot see beyond my own reflection
– blinded to that of the Divine.
© 2018 Christina Chase
Poem inspired by an Amazon “Alexa” moment,
written between Christmas 2017 and New Year’s Day.
Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash
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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.
You touch on so many important ideas here, Christina, thank you for these verses. Dylan Thomas wrote of a Bible black night. http://www.undermilkwood.net/prose_umw1.html will distract you from your book, especially if you can get the audio to work!
(And I hope the snow has not confined you indoors and sent you stir crazy.) Misty, moisty morning and afternoon here, no chance of seeing stars or the crescent tonight. Gardening with L’Arche tomorrow; laborare est orare. I must take the seed catalogue.
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A wonderful poem to ponder as snow heads back to my city tomorrow. My reflection so often gets in the way of the Divine. Thank you for reminding me to accept the darkness and keep my eyes open so that I will see the light-gift from above.
So excited to hear of the page increase! Keep going. You’re on a roll with that book.
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Don’t know how I missed this. Too many cold days must have put me into a . . .( Hibernia? No, that’s too far way.) Anyway, Nice poem! I’m coming back for re-reads. Joy & peace,
Thank you, Albert! Enjoy the beauty of winter – but stay warm! Peace and joy…