Taking Hold| Trusting in the Dark Days

Taking Hold| Trusting in the Dark Days

by Chanda Singleton Griesë


Blinding darkness, no stars,
No moon, no guide but the sound
Filling up and pouring out
And I hear it getting closer

Hand-in-hand, the bitter cold
My feet sinking in moistened sand
Edging toward the sound
I know it’s there, but where?

Too long, too dark, too bleak
My trembling hand holding on
 To His dependability

Are You pleased? Are You smiling at me?
Or looking down with furrowed brow,
Are You mad at me? I’ll have to see...
 
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Chrysalis| A Villanelle

Wrapped in rainbows, evermore 

Saved from death, before her birth

Chosen, beloved, spirit poor. 

Babe in a cradle, bitter sore 

Without a father on the earth

Wrapped in rainbows, evermore.

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The Stuff of Stars| A New Year's View

Art by Roberto Alonso

As sun descends in silver light

Color ends for blackest night

Lifts the chin toward heaven now

Eyes turn up and then somehow

The rain of stars come falling down

More like stardust never found.

Lines of white across the hour

The stuff of stars without their power

Pulled along by gravity

To pock the land and plunge in sea

Gone as swiftly as a beam

To unknown places never seen.

Silent streaks, straight and sure

Burning brightly, glowing pure

Beat by beat and line by line

Their song rings out through all of time

Reflecting in the eyes and mind

A greater good for all mankind.

Something hopeful, something higher

Imagination to inspire

Raising sights above what’s here

To see beyond the yesteryear

To plan a purpose for what is true

And give our all for what is new.

Something in us, some connection

Reignites in this direction

Triangulation of this space

Uncurls the inward toward a grace

The skies declare a glory learned

A greater view in memories burned.

Until the last great star has blazed

And we embrace the halcyon days

What goes up, must come down

The end of night, without a sound

Take in hand, what is true

The same for me, the same for you.

Chanda Singleton Griese © Art by Roberto Alonso ©

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