Epiphany
In the broken storms of the long night
declaring ourselves homeless
we set our backs against the wail of wind
to trudge across bone-deep frozen wastes
of our own deprivation
vowing never to turn back.
We carry no answers
only a tiny flame of faith
and a few blessings to count.
Pressing on through blizzards
of confusion and frustration
we reach the centre
where all seems pointless
eyes stinging with fury
our salt tears scour a hole in the ice.
Gazing into the deep black
endless heart of nothing
that tiny flame winks back at us
igniting our souls
until the entire landscape glows
like a miracle.
This is the meaning of midwinter
light and dark- dark and light
blindness and sight.
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