In secret

You tiptoed and I heard. Crawled stairs that I might listen. Your voice, the way that you evoked God, had conversations with the divine.   From whom do I get this— have I learned to go there facing east in prayer, or sitting in pews of blind faith?   I commune because of you. I saw you through the cracks/Under the door did the light show/your voice … Continue reading In secret

Night light

Because I can only stand here, I can’t stand there. Some things aren’t meant to dwell together: Light. Dark. We come to see the seeing of our sight when we open ourselves to the light. Dark, too, has a purpose: Reminds us of what is and what is not. Reminds us of where we are and where we are not. Reminds us of the people … Continue reading Night light