...clarity...
Sonnet No. 18
[July 16th, 2013 – 10:53 am]
Fear is a blind thing – hands before the face –
Black velvet rippling through a starless night;
Which way up; which way to a state of grace –
How dependent we grow upon our sight.
Yet sometimes I think worry is a gift,
Given to sharpen joy to a focus,
So that even from the darkness we lift
Ourselves with our weak hands from the abyss.
I know you have fears that I long to calm,
And they call out to me in clarity,
Like David's voice entreating God by psalm,
To end black nights of their austerity.
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