Holy Dark

Clear sky at dawn
with a waxing moon,
the stark branches
of winter emptying,
letting go of the green
for descent
into the holy dark,
releasing faith
and all its tribunals
for blessed peace
as seeds soften
in the wet ground
awaiting the fire
of our surrender.

 

 


 


13 Responses to “Holy Dark”

  1. Eleanor GillMilner says:

    Thanks Don… this certainly fits the season and is a metaphor for those humans who are surrendering to the peaceful dark, and we all know who they are.

  2. T Johansson says:

    Yep. And the Timeless Wheel rolls on…

  3. Gene Latimer says:

    Wow! “the fire of our surrender”…

  4. Jack says:

    Love this one Don……one of your best……

  5. Pichay says:

    Thank you, Don. When my head doesn’t clear when disturbed in the night, my feet know the Buddha Way, for they walk me to my surrender…

  6. Rich Matkins says:

    Simply beautiful…

  7. Paul Blythe says:

    Can we think of the changeless world of the present moment? What else is there really. There is the old world with its timelessness with no blame and no regrets, understanding that the Holy Spirit is contributing all that is necessary in the NOW-HERE!

  8. David Banner says:

    To me, the winter is always about descending into the fertile dark…beautiful, Don…..

  9. Bill Dare says:

    Sharing your Heart is always such a gift, Brother.

  10. thomas mcdermott says:

    greatly evocative of the season. very deep. Thanks Brother.

  11. I somehow like the line “releasing faith and all its tribunals”. How do we humans put ourselves on trial for what we perceive as less than. Time to rest for the winter and chew the fat with the “fertile dark” as David calls it. Once chewed on for the winter it may be more palatable, or even forgotten.

  12. …as seeds soften
    in the wet ground
    awaiting the fire
    of our surrender.

    We humans cannot create seeds. We can provide conditions for their germination, and both water and warmth are essential for seeds’ patience to be rewarded and destiny fulfilled. I feel your phrase, “the fire of our surrender” points precisely to how love comes in. Beautiful.

  13. I loved the end of season imagery because through it you earned with a very natural rhetorical gesture the right to say, “Releasing faith/and all its tribunals,” big words and a big concept that drift to the ground along with the rest of the biomass that gets dropped in the winter. Imagery is the ONLY carrier of polemic message in poetry, a difficult lesson to learn for most poets who want to bonk the reader on the head with The Big Moral, and you have done it here with a deft hand.

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