Poem: “A Darkness Arrives”

This was another of those poems I wrote, which I almost could not remember writing afterwards.  These ones seem to come from other realms.  I try to write like this more often…but these poems only come when they want to, never on my schedule or by my command.  About all I can say is that when I’ve been busy with the spiritual work — the meditation, the quiet mind — they come more often.

Stephanie said it reminded of her the turning of the age of Kali Yuga.  Hope you like it as much as she did.

A Darkness Arrives

Though the dawn
breaks clear
sun supposed to rise
then its rays
just so
through the arches
landing at the holy place
upon the temple floor
below which
a hundred saints’
took their final

A mote
a shadow grows
on the sun
consuming the light
like a cancer
consumes the body

No cloud this
nor the preordained passage
of Lunare
across Helios’ fiery disc

Darkness gallops in
on a mad black stallion
the beast’s slick coat
clotted with a froth
of sweat and dirt

Its hooded rider dismounts
cloak swirling as he strides
to hammer a gauntleted fist
upon sealed gates
and denying him entry
is not an option

Seek you now shelter
and the pooled light
of gathered candles
the warmth
of shared comforts

When the peak
of the storm
has passed
do not hunker down
but go forth now
with your candles
for there will be
a multitude
of hearthfires
that need relighting

Do you not have
a candle?
I know a man
who makes them
by the crate

Need a flame
to light yours?
Here, then
I will share mine
with you

– Becca Morn, 28 July 2006

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2 Responses to Poem: “A Darkness Arrives”

  1. Racer says:

    Well I do not like the title of the Blog…. but I really like the vivid pictures it brings forth..

    … may be words below show how I feel …

    When the peak
    of the storm
    has passed
    do not hunker down
    because if you open your eyes and mind
    you will see a new sky, new town,new people…

    When the peak
    of the storm
    has passed
    do not hunker down
    but prepare yourself to face the storm again…

    When the peak
    of the storm
    has passed
    do not hunker down
    but share your experience with others
    about how you survived the storm…

    When the peak
    of the storm
    has passed
    do not hunker down
    but rejoice rejoice
    that you are the precious one
    that God has blessed you
    from not getting killed in the storm…

    My friend, we are all proud of your strength,
    your strength to face the storm
    and still have energy and guts
    to share your flame to
    light other peoples candles!
    May God bless you and your soul!

    Alas, I wish I had that strength and passion!


  2. Becca says:

    Nice poem, Racer.

    As for the title of mine… Ah, but without a darkness arriving first, the dawn cannot come later. It’s all of a cycle of night and day, storm and respite, death and rebirth.

    Thus, after the storm, rather than fearing renewed danger, we must go forth and have faith that it is indeed over. And light those hearthfires.

    Take care, my friend.