A Place to Start

While I figure out the blogger widgets and gadgets, I'll simply start with a poem of my own.

ON WAKING

1

Dawn comes thin, grey, clear

There is no metaphor here

Just grey blueness, this proclaimed

In the first light

Undo night, unto the dark sight

The seeing again over again

2

I woke up, to face the dark

But the dark would not turn my way

And in my dreaming, when the dark came for me

I woke, just as it said my name

3

If but a word

Could send me into the flame

My name, spoken in Your voice

The opening of the fire-guarded door,

Entry to absurd, everlasting pure