Georgia O Keeffe Jack in the Pulpit

A Light in the Darkness

An eerie darkness, leaves a
footprint behind, as the thud, thud
of walking grows louder…
it is amplified
as my heart ponders:
the gust of wind, that blows, blows…
and hear the
wail of the wind leaving behind
…the unspoken word of:
a light in the darkness.

Birds outside, fly into vast
amounts of freedom,
in between the wails of the wind.
Envy etched on my eye,
as animals of all sorts, tenderly
caress the unspoken word of:
a light in the darkness –
a faint glimmer of candle light
creeps in the crack of the curtain;
and whispers from the unspecified man:
“all will be fine”
he says.

A hope no longer as broken clay,
but clay smoothly put into place –
as the unspecified man
slowly glues broken clay together
in a mundane artwork
slowly awakening
a broken heart.

Celine Bergh