Hollow night. Where the ear is dead, and electric eyes won’t sleep. Reverberations. Pound and screech. Across the street. His evening concrete saw is tearing up that pretty ranch home. But I can’t see beyond my reach. Fingers buzz, and ache. Stiffened under a flannel blanket. Protection from a harsh black breeze, Suffocation by the expectation of stillness. Because you must stay still, what else can you do, in the dark. Where the nothing lights up the spirits of the forgotten. Or of the repressed. Demons scratching the insides of your resting brain, so you cannot rest. Sparking and stabbing. So you count minutes that you savagely buried. Enlightened at 3 am. Behold. The man. The woman. The break There is no escape, drenched in the darkness. Illusions of grandeur sparkle up in sunshine. Blank can’t claim answers, nor justice, nor solace Since blinded by sight, your sleep can’t be fooled. You fool. You see. Precious treasures. Darkened shadows. Paralyzed, mute, unhearing, unknowing, unable, unstable Gold and diamonds, carved by ashes. Crusted rusted ruby necklace, passed from generations. Collar and chain. Insatiable prisons. Inherit the nothings, post-weeping at midnight The genesis of everything. Behold. The man. His hollow hand. His silent night. Space between the blood and the bone. The mother and child. The filth and breath. The empty The slain The pouring into darkness The stripes and scourges In the fullness of time Where hope pulled you under Where nothing is left Where you beg for the light
Darkness and light. Is one side good? Or evil? God’s Word uses dark and light images when speaking of Wisdom and His Son. Maybe darkness can reveal just as much as light. Maybe not.
REFLECT
on the Words that God first gave to us. Meditate on the Truth that has made any of our words mean anything…
READ Proverbs 4:18-22
READ John 1:5-14
READ 1 Corinthians 1:27-31, 2:1-5