Just Light
A crescent moon
in a morning teal sky --
the clarity of color
like a knowledge of God
not contained by books.
The stimulus of fall
is past and I am empty --
a pot missing its lid,
waiting to be filled with
what may be only light
through barren woods,
winter’s cool calm
lowering life’s fever --
a channel of peace found
only here, only now --
where absence of color
intensifies, snow and sky
blending to create that
place of listening quiet,
and deep finding.
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Martha T. Terrell
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God’s idea of redecorating in a stoic style to lighten our viewing pleasure. Love this
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