they carried promise
fealty, worship, sorrow,
giving the unseen
Flat light takes the edge off the world, diffused further by the condensation painted window.
A pigeon softly sings it’s simple tune, disturbing nothing. Lulling, a dawn lullaby. Numbing.
Waking from unexpected sleep, nothing seems quite there, not sharp or focussed. Reality hung over.
All the energy of the season lost, expended on surviving, even the air feels drawn and wasted.
People move with batteries fading fast. Slowing as they take forced steps in the normal. Curling against the grey, on streets that once sparkled but now are dimmed.
Memories coat the buildings twisted with the lights still hanging but extinguished. With the bags of bottles and paper waiting.
The colours change from primary to pastel. From the sharp and bright to the washed tones of fogged life labouring to rise and pierce the fading night.
Focus shifts, falling from the thrill of expectation and the tension of togetherness, to moving solitary feet, in turn, along damp monochrome paths.
The day after begins.
May you blessed in the dawning of the true light that chases away the darkness.
May you be blessed in the birthing of a new future where grace rules.
May you be blessed in the shining of prodigal peace, whatever your story.
May the father & mother God look on you with mercy and love.
May the Son grant you the knowledge of the love and acceptance of God.
May you be blessed by Creator,
Redeemed by the Son,
Given breath by the Spirit
In this hollow night the heart that has beaten within has been born.
What was known but not known is now met.
In this time of hatred, anger and division,
there is now grace.
In this lonely place we are no longer alone in our fear.
We have a new Mother and Father,
what was once all mighty has chosen to be humbled,
made vulnerable and fragile.
I may never hold the child or feel his pulse,
I may never hear his cry or see his smile,
But I am there and he is here.
I can join the choir and sing the song of the angels,
I can reach out my hand in wonder and desperation.
For unto US a child is born.
In this hollow land the love that was held by few has been born afresh.
I must play my part and give myself in gift.
I can put down my baggage and follow now.
I can begin again and be reborn,
humbled, made vulnerable, fragile.
In the child I am born,
In the grace I am forgiven,
In the love I am embraced,
In the peace I must walk.
Hallelu-jah, the light has come and filled the darkness.
Over the fertile hills,
The deep sky tore wide open,
Melodies of light
Prayer for the mothers,
Bearers of all we become,
Hosts of the divine.
To be in the time between times,
The moment swollen with what might happen.
In recent days new depth has been found.
New love met, new family made.
We sat together, healed and dreamed.
We talked of the past and the present till the night had faded around us.
We drank and ate together, stopped to hear stories and struggles.
We’ve shared so much so far!
We found new words and span poetry in the dark.
We painted each other’s colours and sang each other’s songs.
We argued and fought, doing what lovers and siblings do.
Our path has changed me, it is changing me.
Together we got to this place, and now we pause to breathe.
It might not be our choice to stop here, but here we are.
In the time between times,
In the place between places.
This isn’t the end, it can’t be. But it’s not the beginning. We left that months behind.
This is a space to be still, to rest, to breathe, to eat and celebrate. To be grateful for where we have got to and to let go of worry about where we will go.
What we do know is that we have been bound together and we will begin again together.
Our time is not over.
Our time will be soon.
This is the time between times.
Is this grieving here,
This moment of arrival,
Mourning the journey
There can be only hours,
Fear and peace wrestling