Sunday, December 17, 2006

Splash a Little Light

The light is out
a thick darkness spreads
filtering out a tint of shadow
a hint of shape.

Hands long like mother's
guide now, no light to splash
here or there,
no voice saying,
"I am the Light."

The veins never end
they criss-cross about the hands
over large hilly knuckles,
over little tufts of hair,
over pools of wrinkles.

If it wasn't for light
hands would guide more,
feel darkness, while lines
and finger tips would widen,
arch and dip,
forcing us on towards worlds
where light is created
through ends of fingers,
through warmth of smooth hands.

The endless search of earth
lies blanketed, reach out with
hands to splash a little light
in the dark.


Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas Raging.

~Female from planet Earth

ragingplanetfire said...

Merry Christmas to you too and Happy New Year.