I live in the deep
breathing through a straw.
I see a world of brilliant colors, shafts of angelic light
and inscrutable darkness nobody else sees.
But every time I take a breath I struggle
to get enough oxygen from the surface
To fill my lungs.
I sometimes heave just to grasp at
What others take for granted.
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”.
Every day you infuse with life and love
Leaves a double footprint:
One on your soul,
And one on earth.
Your life makes a path like that:
One will lead others to greatness,
The other will lead you
I am like the sun
Looking at life through silvery cobwebs
Listening to oars pulling sea
Through rinds of mica,
Lifting days with alien hands
Into a sky
Borrowed by Eternity.
And life quiets down in sacred expectancy
As Earth tumbles down
An untied wreath of summers