Where Gloom and Glow Entwine

In the valley where darkening gloom

Gathers in muddy moving puddles,

Ever attempting to evade the luminous,

Fingers of dawn as morning’s light scythes

Clean furrows through paths untrodden,

Time’s ancient script inscribed in word.

We walk, ever onward, toward the source,

The radiant globe of luminescence glowing,

Dancing its own sacred arc of presence

Round globe once green, now tan and parched.

Steps grow slower as meditation muses,

And we enter one of those vanishing shadows.

Gloom and glow entwine, first impression on entering,

The fingered hand of shadow cast by faint dawn’s light.

Damp with morning dew still lingering,

Not yet burned off or absorbed in the day’s heat,

Emerald ferns and fronds rise vibrant around us,

Sleepily waving in unseen breeze upon earth’s veil.

Great are the depths where shadow pools,

Yet it boils away as dew before dawn’s furnace.

Morning’s light still marches toward total coverage,

Gentrifying the dark with returning vibrancy,

Nourishing the living as much as quickening decay,

Where leaf and dew are composted into flame for tomorrow’s fire,

Till lightning strikes the brittle dead, and fire is born.

So too the Spirit teaches us through dawn’s example –

Life as ever cycles under His watchful eyes, turning time and again.

Invested with intent in all things and sovereignty by First Right,

He presides and mediates with mercy, and instructs us to do likewise:

That whilst in our dawn light, when joy is abundant and full,

It be shared with those dwelling in sad pools of darkness,

That dawn might be joined with companions around night’s fire.

Where gloom and glow entwine, He is present.

As always Dust,

To you,

For you,

From Him,

In me.