“Let me tell you…”

Fields by Barbara Helvey Hughes
 
Let me tell you about the fields ~
heart fields where pear and apple
and peach trees bloom
where we dance to the music
while the dire dark falls ~
falls and drifts and suffocates Light.
 
And we, as we dance, as we jump and spin
someone cries out, in a heart-wrenching cry
and we stop, breathlessly
and we watch, helplessly,
as dark grows bold and touches our hearts.
 
We search for the Light, but the Light flickers down,
and she’s gasping for air and you look at me
with tears in your eyes and I whisper to you…
“Secrets….
 
Let me tell you about fields ~ all kinds of fields ~ some we name
Love Fields and these are the Fields, where the moontorch torrents
cascade like diamond ropes.  In these fields, Light twists through trees and
spirals along ribboned roads where we, unsuspecting, huddle like sheep,
cringe and await the worst, as only humans do, until Light silently completes her task.
 
When, finally, we open our eyes, we watch her pitch across valleys and
drench into trenches, illumine the beehives, the barns, the birds and the hay bales.
She glints and gallops, glimmering East, where all Grounded Light begins.”
 
You and I race to the Field
to the sweet Summerfield
of golden Light
illuminating Light,
flashing Light,
sparking Light infusing our hearts
attracting our minds
with hope and faith
because where Light battles dark ~
with Light in the East and Light in the West
the North and the South
and all in between ~ we learn to
look for the Light
because although Dark
accompanies all of us,
all things work for our betterment ~
so, dark never wins.
 
He never had a chance.
3-23-2020