It’s so delicate, the light.
And there’s so little of it. The dark
is huge.
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.
So let’s be gentle with it.
Cherish it.
So it will come again in the morning.
We hope.
~ Rolph Jacobsen, “A Few Delicate Needles” from The Roads Have Come to an End Now
Notes:
- Poems: 3QuarksDaily. Photo: (via Mennyfox55)
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Yes, the dark is huge!
Hugely!
yes, here’s to the return of the light each day
There is. Thankfully….
I love watching the sunrise on these dark winter mornings. It creeps up slowly, stealthily, then suddenly ‘Ahhhh! Sunlight streaming again,’ with a joyful abandon that makes one throw the head back and the arms open wide in gratitude for the gift of another day….
Yes!
Very poignant! Thanks for sharing!
It is. Thank you!
It is. So agree! Thank you.
Beautiful prose. I, sadly, am not greeting mornings with such gentle abandon…. it’s always far too early to get up and it’s so dark, I just wish I could stay under the cover and hide for another few hours. But needs must be met.
Oh, so me too on staying under covers and hiding.