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in darkness

September 24, 2011

Turn inward and walk in darkness.

No map guides your steps, nor

warns of pitfalls.

There is only this moment,

in this place.

What can I do that matters?

I feel alone,



But neighbors and allies surround me,

in darkness.

We are each

pinpricks of life.


Co-shaping the world,

which also shapes us.

Who are we becoming?

A poem inspired by Mabon.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 25, 2011 21:52

    Lovely. One of my favorite parts of any church service is in the candle lighting during the Christmas (and in Catholic traditions Easter) services. The passing of the light from person to person is so real and yet symbolic that it’s full of beauty. It has some wonderful Christian resonance, but I think it also transcends any one particular religion or belief set.

    • September 27, 2011 09:52

      what a beautiful image! that gives me another way to imagine the poem – thanks!

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