Happy Birthday Light the Candles
Can we speak of light
In only a whisper?
Is it best to keep voices low?
Honor the sacred
Can we hear light approaching on tip toe?
Or does light come in thundering herds?
Singing all the way
Waking us from sleep
Announcing a new day
A beginning
So small
It is hard to see
And yet without light
We do not see at all
Shall we stand guard
For its coming
And upon seeing the whites of its eyes
Shall we sound the alarm?
Or do we let it sneak into town
Like an outlaw
Light is so much a part of us
We often don’t see it depart
In the darkness that follows
We strain to see
It remains the other side of the coin
Light reveals the mystery
We need light in order to see
But never see the light itself
May 22, 2019
Note: For my Son, on his birthday.https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Light
13 comments:
I love these reflections on light, and how it arrives and, sometimes, departs. Thinking of you on Jim's birthday, my friend. Such a golden part of your life. Forever loved and missed.
I am touched by your words Sherry.
Still having trouble posting...is there anything you might do to correct my mess at Poets United?
This is really beautiful. Those last two stanzas in particular made me draw breath. Very touching.
I wonder too, many of the same questions. Do we really see the light, or simply a reflection of the way we think things ought to be? I really like this meditation on light and whatever it might be.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/05/22/butterfly-light/
i like that...we never see light itself...nor can we hold it...very nice...bkm
Those last two lines will now trouble me forever. This works on every level. I will work on seeing the Light.
Annell,
A magnificent coverage of light in all its aaspects...without it, we'd be left in limbo..
How precious our eyes are to give us the gift of sight, mind you all our senses are precious and it would be a disaster to lose even one.
"Can we hear light approaching on tip toe?" So beautifully said. I am thinking of one or two bird voice at the approach of dawn.
I like the questions in this poem, Annell, especially:
‘Can we hear light approaching on tip toe?
Or does light come in thundering herds?’
and the final lines ring true.
This is unique in its questions and ponderings. Love this poem, Annell!
Light and dark are opposite sides of the coin, both beautiful in their own way. I prefer the night the newsmen have mostly all gone to bed, and their is asafety in the darkness. I like this Annell, and happy birthday to your son!
I love all these questions ... and the conclusion.
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