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"The night will give you a horizon wider than you can see." 

David Whyte 

Now that the sky has grown overcast once more,

the mocking bird that had been driven by 

the bright moon to sing his never ending songs 

through the night  

grows quiet once more.  

I am grateful.  

His copious copying was becoming mine, 

and I worried that I would neither sleep 

nor like mocking birds 

ever again.  

Even bright moons were becoming suspect.  

 

I do not know why, 

but I think of my dreams of a dark church where I 

can never find my place. 

Where to sit? Where to stand? Is there even room?

Once I opened a door 

that revealed a space filled with barren light

 so bright 

that my eyes panicked.  

I could not stay.  

 I still wince at the thought. 

I still feel the shutting of that door. 

 

Yet, there has been a more recent dream. 

I find my way in time 

for Communion. 

The smiling pastor in her long 

white robe offers the wafer, 

 and welcomes me, 

noting I have been gone for awhile. 

Enough light, 

I find my place.

This morning I give thanks for the gray sky

and the silence of a resting mocking bird. 

I am glad to be home.   

 

SAY, April 2018

Photograph, April 2016