Light from the Darkness

I wrote this on Mother’s Day. My all grown-up beautiful babies came home on Friday to spend the weekend. It was a sweet surprise they had planned with their Dad without my knowing. Anytime they are home, we are centered around them, around our family, as it is with any close family that doesn’t see each other daily. The only reason I mention that is because this poem (I guess it is a poem) came amidst all the laughter and video games and father/daughter photography sessions and little daughter-in-law asking the names of all the flowers that are coming up in the beds and the discussions of the different directions our children would be traveling this week--not to mention all the cooking it takes to feed a family…it came amidst all of that and sat patiently inside me till I found quick moments here and there to sit at the computer. And it did something very, very different…I almost cannot write anything that is not from the ‘I’ voice. This one refused to come that way. I felt such a rare and beautiful joining.

Please, in your reading it, please don’t perceive that I assume to know your truth. We are all, even in our similarities, uniquely different. There is a pain that we share in common but even with that commonality there is a vast range of differences, both physical and emotional, dependant upon what other life experiences we’ve had or stages we are living through.

So, please, if it speaks to you, I lovingly share it. If it doesn’t, please know that I mean it only for good. I do believe that, eventually, we will all be filled with light.

I have the strongest feeling that someone here needs this, and that there is a reason for its coming. If it speaks to you sincerely, I would love for you to email me. You don’t have to say anything, but the acknowledgement would help me to understand this depth that I am feeling and it would quiet the words for me. All my best to all of you. I hope to find some time to be here soon. There is much I’d like to say to some of the posts. Love, Kit

So Much More than Before…

We are broken
And at first we fear-
The darkness is so near

But then we hear
Or feel?
A note of hope inside
And we no longer hide

We stand up
And face the unknowing
And we learn
From each other
And ourselves

And we cope
And that first tender note
Stirs our lost song of hope
That clears away the darkness
That fear loves so
And lets in lovely light

What a sight
When we look into ourselves
And we see wholeness tuning
When we reach out to each other
And we feel such true communion

And then, one fine morning
The light expands
With bands of internal strength
And sureness
And, yes, I’ll be okay-ness

And we find that while
We no longer see perfection
Or even want to know its face
We are keepers now
Keepers of our own protection
And keepers of each other

And, yes, we can smile

We realize that we are being
Filled in our broken places
Healed with a light that graces
Our own life
And the lives of those we love
And others that we touch

And they that we touch
Carry our light further on
Just as we carry theirs

We are each within the other
And our notes mingle and mesh
And enrich each single life
Spirit and flesh

We are broken
We’ve seen the dark corridor

Filled now with expanding light
We’re so much more than before

Mother’s Day 2008 Kit