by Mark Jodon
There are things we see in the light of darkness we will learn to love. Mysteries curled like question marks. Questions like do you love me or am I loved waiting for answers. I will wait in the darkness with you. Take my hand. The space between our palms is dark and holy, a tiny chapel. The silence between our words are unspoken prayers. Communion is the rhythm of our breaths exhaling and inhaling the unknown. Walk with me. See if our steps leave little prints of light. I have seen a constellation in your eyes: four stars the astronomers named love, compassion, mercy and grace. Light so magnificent and intense no box of darkness can contain. This is the light of which the psalmists sing. Songs of deep resonance rising, born in the place where light never goes out. Soulful lyrics buoyant with spirit. Arising, ascending, awakening us to the truth that the light we long for has always been within us.
Mark Jodon is the author of Day of the Speckled Trout (Transcendent Zero Press). He is an Iconoclast Artist (www.iconoclastartists.org). His poetry has been featured in the Houston Poetry Fest, displayed in a city hall with a photography exhibit, quoted in a doctoral dissertation, incorporated in a wedding ceremony, and read in contemplative worship services.