Nature's Revelations: God Speaks Through Beauty
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

THE SUN IS OUT

My life had been a fearsome quest
for that something my heart called out for
in the shadows and corners of this maze,
a finger long penlight my means and scope,

It was never found and my knowledge of the world
was cast in this dark futility, and my own dark ways.

But now the Sun climbs in the sky, out from somewhere.
And all is seen and known. All of it: the half-shadowed "reality".
I laugh with remorseful pain, knowing how that penlight
life had contained me, kept me from that quenching that I sought.

Yet, though the Sun has risen to near mid sky,
now that I have urgent choice, I still cling to my penlight mind.
"Why?" my soul cries.
"Because it is all I know of myself,
my own illusion of the world. Yes"
my yearning human creature self moans out.
"the Light, this Light was what my thirst was for.
Every hunger, every need, every dream of fulfillment
the Sun now gifts me with, Splendidly. Yet. But. Somehow,
I find myself grieve at letting go of what "I" meant to me.

But, now the Sun is out. Oh, the Sun is out!

 

 

 

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