Breaking through the gray
as the darkness begins to enfold me,
it appears:
Remember me? I am here.
I barely hear its message.
I am too caught up in the gloom.
Remember me? I am here.
The light persists…
but the darkness holds on.
Look up, look out. There is more.
The invitation gets more urgent
for the light can see
more than I can.
It does not want
the darkness to swallow me.
The light begins to reach out
and touch me.
It opens my heart.
As my heart warms and flexes,
my vision gradually blooms –
the shadows retreat
and the glow arrives.
I am healing
and the light
leads me forward.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Artwork by my sister, Martha Harris: “Beacon”
Becoming and Beholding 