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An Eve in Winter

Starlight, illumination, Man, inspiration, hubris

Starlight, illumination, Man, inspiration, hubris

 

When you enter a darkened room

and see a pool of moonlight on the floor,

do you wait to turn the lights on

so you can step into the glow?

 

I do.

 

For brightness can scare away the paler shades.

Though it is good for seeing definitions clearly and

avoiding stray furniture, it is poor for

hearing and keeping the secret

that’s whispered through tender starlight

 to waiting earth of snow.

 

When I say, “let there be light,”

smugly snapping on devices,

I cannot see beyond my own reflection

– blinded to that of the Divine.

 

© 2018 Christina Chase


Poem inspired by an Amazon “Alexa” moment,

written between Christmas 2017 and New Year’s Day.

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

Christina Chase View All

I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.

4 thoughts on “An Eve in Winter Leave a comment

  1. You touch on so many important ideas here, Christina, thank you for these verses. Dylan Thomas wrote of a Bible black night. http://www.undermilkwood.net/prose_umw1.html will distract you from your book, especially if you can get the audio to work!

    (And I hope the snow has not confined you indoors and sent you stir crazy.) Misty, moisty morning and afternoon here, no chance of seeing stars or the crescent tonight. Gardening with L’Arche tomorrow; laborare est orare. I must take the seed catalogue.

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  2. A wonderful poem to ponder as snow heads back to my city tomorrow. My reflection so often gets in the way of the Divine. Thank you for reminding me to accept the darkness and keep my eyes open so that I will see the light-gift from above.

    So excited to hear of the page increase! Keep going. You’re on a roll with that book.

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  3. Don’t know how I missed this. Too many cold days must have put me into a . . .( Hibernia? No, that’s too far way.) Anyway, Nice poem! I’m coming back for re-reads. Joy & peace,

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