it is the cracks that let in the light

it is hard to see in the darkness
of these days, morning sun
bright shadowed on heather
and grass thick dewed.
it is hard to see.

it is hard to remember
who spewed what hate
at which fractured piece
of humanity first – who threatened,
ate power made of discord.

it is a dark shore
these morning waves
break on.
it is hard to see

but knee deep in the pushing tide
at the edge of our unknowing
we take this holy water
wash unseeing from our eyes
taste the ocean salt of our bodies
and turn again to face the shore
turn to see the horizon
cleave darkness from the sky,
become mountain and hill and home,
a murmuration of hope
alive in our bones.

A reworking of a 2017 poem for Brendan at Earthweal’s weekly challenge: A RADICAL HOPE.


5 thoughts on “it is the cracks that let in the light

  1. Hope lies I think in what we choose to see — all that darkness or the cracks limned with light. What springs for from there is a miracle – “a murmuration of hope.” We can bring that because you wrought and shared it. Thanks so.

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