Light, Entering
Light, Entering
The day was bright and beautiful
the day was long attuned
the day was not like other days ~
Light entered every wound.
The day ached raw and held my pain
and, how was I to know
that day, which opened wide my heart
kept all those wounds aglow.
The day was like to any day
we rise and walk in Love
for that is all a day can be:
an arrow or a dove.
The day your Light streamed into me
the day my wounds cracked wide
that day was not like any day ~
I had no place to hide.
Some perfect days require of us
a presence seldom shown
for, most of us spend all our time
rewriting scripts we’ve sown.
And, yes, we sow our every day
we sow those days we reap
and we decide for flowers, or
for every tear we keep.
If you decide to bare your wounds
and ask I do the same
and we allow our hearts to shine
with Light, instead of shame
those wounds, which never seem to heal
those wounds which bind us tight
might somehow break, releasing us
allowing us to fight.
If you fight your way back to me
and I fight mine, as well
we might not end in heaven, yet…
but we won’t live in hell.
And as we trudge along our roads
our wounds stream, burning bright
so, look for me, my Dearest One
walk on, throughout the night.
Walk on, throughout the night.
by Barbara Helvey Hughes, 9/22/2017 Finished 9-18-2020
2 Replies to “Light, Entering”
What a deep and meaningful poem about the burying of life’s wounds and while protecting self, re-write the same scripts, and fasten the bolts on the door of exposure and blocking of connection and love. Exposure is having faith in relationships and love, easier said than done. Fear and Ego might save us in disaster, but if not set aside until absolutely necessary, are their own disaster of your own making.
You are my Robert Browning….Love, Liz