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Thursday
Dec182008

more birthing going on...

Sometimes "once" is enough to get my attention and other times I have no idea how often something must be put in front of me before I notice. This time I think it was two times...maybe three. Yesterday, I read Abbey of the Arts reflection on the darkness with this poem by David Whyte. I recalled that I had seen the poem before and found that I actually had used it to write my own version. (Original post is here.)

Commenting at the Abbey, I enjoyed that little piece of serendipity. And then this morning "#2" (or is it 3?) appeared while I was visiting Zena Moon where she has another lovely poem by David Whyte posted. Hmmmm. I then noticed something in her side bar called "Women at Rest", clicked on it and voila, there was "Sweet Darkness" yet again.

So, as I sit this morning pondering not necessarily the darkness, but rather the sweet white snow falling outside my window, I offer you my words on Sweet Darkness. I am still pondering why...however, I don't really need to know the why of it, do I? Enjoy!

In Praise of Sweet Darkness

The dank, moist smell of a cave.
The skin of a snake molting away.
The rich loam of life.
Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.

A mother’s womb.
One mustard seed of hope.
The blood of crucifixion.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love…

Holding & sustaining.
Nurturing & growing.
Rising from the dead.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn

Birth moving into new life.
The oak rising from an acorn.
Darkness giving way to light.
Anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

photo by lucy 12.18.08

Reader Comments (7)

oh goodness, and I just posted that other David Whyte poem myself at my blog too! Love the synchronicities, love your glosa, and love you!

December 18, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAbbey of the Arts

C--i guess great minds think alike :-) love you, too...wish we lived just a little closer so we could play in the snow together!!

December 18, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterlucy

Beautiful, Lucy, just beautiful.

December 19, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterTess

thx, tess!!!

December 19, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterlucy

"Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn"

... that there is always just enough light for the next footfall.

lovely, lucy.

merry christmas!

December 19, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterLaure

Absolutely stunning..."the rich loam of life..." that is breathtaking. Thank you so much for sharing your creative spirit!
G

December 19, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterGabriella Moonlight

laure & G--thank you so much for stopping by and blessing me with your insight!

December 21, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterlucy

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