Light in the east
carves an opening
in the mass of clouds,
checking the rain with a sign
the storm may soon break.
We will yet suffer,
have to carry through
this dark night,
but in the end
the sun will rise
and we will find ourselves
in sight of the green land.
Noah will be there, and Moses,
Mary and her maidens
who treasured their oil
and kept a flame burning.
I will be there, looking for you,
remembering your face, your voice
and how you persevered.
Keep faith my friend
as I will in this struggle.
We have the promise
written across the sky
in rainbow colors,
foretelling the new earth
in all its bright rimmed glory.
Reading of “Written Across the Sky” with music by Daft Punk
Don, the hope is strong. Also, in this poem as in others, the reference to “you” and “look for you” is tantalizing, a suggestion of history revealed not in one poem but in a group of them. Nice!
Yes, Don. Written across the sky and everywhere else I look. Great promise. I love your keen eye for the rising sun.
An stunning sky, reflected with such brilliance in the oceanic expanse …….Your powerful words reaching out to every human being on the planet……I reach back to you, Don. Thank you.
Don: I think this is one of your best. Thank you.
I SO look forward to your poems.
Thank you, Don. These words brought tears to my eyes, as I felt such kinship with the spirit and emotion this poem evoked,,,, xo
Don — Love it! Thank you.
I’ll be lookin’ for you, Don.
Thanks Don.
How beautiful it is to experience, simultaneously, the light both within and without – the emissary of divine light.
I am here with you now. I will be there.
Amidst my dialogue with your words of longing enfolded, I remember song lyrics of old (from when I was born), affirming that “When I tell you my dreams, and you’re listening to me, I suddenly see them come true!” Ah!
We ARE the ones we have been waiting for!
with you Don, ever present in this vast house of belonging, the ark made flesh, the temple of light, the substance of the new earth all around, lavender and morning sun, walking in the way of the masters, here and now, with you all — it is written
Behold. I am here now. I see your face, and thrill to hear your voice. All that we need is here, and it is good! Today is the day…
Ditto Brenda’s words!