the days are longer

the touch of the sun warmer

my eyes are finally becoming

accustomed to the darkness

no more groping

              

 

             

             

 

 

 

the shadows and story are no longer sad and scary

letting the light fall 

where it will

watching for nuance

following shadow 

where it leads

 

 

I have basked next to those for whom the sun shines 

nodding in agreement 

I have stood silent on the mountain tops

watching

the glow of others

the brightness unable to reach inside and touch

me in my blindness

I have been seeing as with eyes closed 

"dwelling in darkness "

though in the light

all the while
guided by His leading 

unaware
unknowing

...He is here

He is wherever I am
even if I dwell in darkness...

You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord,
 Who abide in His shadow for life

"The Lord is king, let earth rejoice
  let all the coast lands be glad

  Cloud and darkness are His raiment"

He is arrayed in darkness

the edge of His holy garment is so close...if I could only reach my hand

to touch that place of comfort 

the solace I have always sought

before my earliest recollection

before I was conscious of memory or light

before the reoccurring nightmare of childhood

before sharp edges and harsh shadows

there was darkness...
but not fear

I can still remember 
the curl of my lip 
on the edge of night

"is my gloom after all

 shade of His hand

 outstretched caressingly?"

     Francis Thompson 

       Hound of Heaven