Some years ago, I wrote a poem and named it "Twinkling". From time to time, I pause over that title, wondering if it should be "Communion". For it's about a vital communion between 'us', one we need to live with ourselves. The 'you' in the poem is 'an other', never a particular but a universal that defines us as persons.


Twinkling

There was only darkness.
Apart, the souls lay shivering
Like mourning embers
Ashed in grey
Huddling dying heat within.

There moved a wind
That gathered them together,
Where each could feel
The heat
Of an other.
And warming and warmed by
This closeness,
Each flickered,
Until the darkness twinkled
Afire with light.

And so behold:
In holding
We find our strength within
Lies always with another
Shivering like us
With fear that light can never be
For us
And nestling,
We twinkle then
And fire that darkness with our light.

And this is my assurance.
In knowing you
I will hold you
As you hold me;
Guide you
As you guide me;
And ignite you
As you ignite me;
Until we are free
To twinkle
And make light of darkness.



That's all for today, folks.