We wait for the light,
that one spear of light
that will reveal it all.
What are we now?
Curled and squatting,
cramped in this narrow
space, this tight-walled
passageway. Womb,
or tomb? We crouch
between life and death,
our breath clouding,
our fingers busy, busy,
hoping for light.
Light to penetrate
this winter dark,
to seek out the carvings
spiralling around us,
to dazzle us,
our dark-widened eyes,
to show us
what we may become.
Happy Christmas. Thank you so much to all of you – poets, readers, people who made such kind comments, people who shared and re-blogged. I have enjoyed this so much, I’m so proud to share so many wonderful poems. It has been a joy.
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It is a joy to read your poem! It reminds me of Valarie Kaur’s Ted Talk, where she says maybe this darkness is not the darkness of the tomb but the darkness of the womb…………a message I latch onto with hope. She suggests we breathe and push and some new thing might be birthed. Let us sincerely hope.
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Hopeful message! ❤ As the days grow longer, may our world recover! Happy 2021!
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Wonderful poem Sarah 👍 Happy Christmas to you and your family 👍🤝🎄🎄🎄🎉🎉🎉💥💥💥🎁🎁🎁🍾🍾🍾 be blessed and be safe 🤝
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Very glad to see your Advent Calendar this season and to participate. Best Wishes to You and Yours.
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A gorgeous poem, Sarah, the one I needed this morning, full of light and hope. Merry Christmas!
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“to dazzle us,
our dark-widened eyes,
to show us
what we may become.”
Yes, to that hopeful message. Thank you, Sarah. I so loved this project and was thrilled to participate. Happy Christmas to you and your family!
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Thanks for sharing all these poets Sarah, so many of whom I know. A wonderful project. (K)
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That is a wonderful poem Sarah. Tkank you for the Advent Calender, it’s been a great ride.
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