Thomas ~ If you bring forth that which is within you, that which is within you will save you…

Thomas, Dark Night

Dark night, deep night where indigo abides
where ink and pen embroider on a sigh
where forlorn planets spin through vast divides
where I, small i, hunt syncopated rest
among the Souls I’ve Loved and Loved the best.
 
Bright voices hushed ~ bright bones to crucify
compose brief poems of blistered cries turned back
upon themselves, relinquished thoughts, unheard
while stacks and stacks of ashes, now burned black
lay spurned and buried ~ withered useless words
still curve and bend and arc toward the Light
with terrorizing cries: “Now fight, now Fight”.
 
But I, small i, have not compelling words
have not enough to recommend my post
while hosts of others jostle to be heard
where I might find a Trinity, at most.
 
But Trinities can whirl out of control
and heavy chains where fabricators judge
might well constrain the single from the Whole
might well deport the Truth back to the sludge ~
convincing us there is no Truth at all
convincing us, that we, indeed, are small:
we hit the Wall and fall and fall and fall.
 
But, then, we rise. We rise, we rise, we rise.
Bright space, where torn and scattered stars exist
where racing hearts and Spirits agonize
where thoughts fill books and wiser minds persist
despite dark nights wove, braced by ragged wind,
into the fabric of our conscious mind.
 
The Tribe convenes, decisions recommend
the 46 sound pages of our Friend.
 
We crown our hopes and dreams: now, realigned.
And Thomas never doubted, never feared.
For Thomas was much more than he appeared:
a constant flame, unleashed into the night.
 
And there are many, sending us their Light.
 
 
Barbara Helvey Hughes, 2018/2020