Quiet Light

I’m Beautiful at first glance,
Connected to the divine, wanting to soar above.
But I am Rooted in human darkness, in chaos and fear.
I am embraced by hands pushing down, wrapping me in beautiful petals
Too heavy to carry.
Wrapping and wrapping until I disappear
In a twisted beauty people love.
But the only truth is the wings, unswaddled, but bruised,
They always keep me afloat.

*This poem and photo is inspired by the Norwegian Photographer Morten Krogvold’s Photo Exhibition “Stille Lys” meaning “Quiet Light”.

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Brighter than an Angel’s Wing

I have seen something
with a brighter glow
Than an angel’s wing
In the face of a human
Rising hopefully
After a fall.

Every Life is a Spring

Every life is a Spring,
A hopeful and fragile thing,
With heavy rains and sunny days,
Our life in every breath.
So new and curious and strange
The path is laid before us,
Yet willfully we bend and push
And leave
Our spirit in every step.