Meditation By Candlelight

The stillness of darkened shadows

created of candle’s blaze

burn the sun’s core,

on an ordinary wall,

illuminating unspeakable truths,

shattering the shroud,     

attaining the sacred space,

 a sanctuary from the world

confined to ordinary senses.

The Cranes ©

One by one,
baffled mourners
drifted back
toward fragile sanctuaries,
leaving her alone
to gaze the abyss
of freshly churned earth –
where the once beautiful body lay
beginning the slow passage
back to dust.

As she knelt
craving his presence,
Apollo blazed West
meandering to destiny
threatening to leave her alone
in the land of night,
where nocturnal creatures
dwell ominously therein.

But she remained faithful,
still at one with him,
her humanness
causing signs
in the heavenly places,
provoking the servants
to summon the cranes—
to break the veil,
their startling appearance
and poetic laments
letting her know
she was not alone,
giving her strength,
to rise from her knees.

As she drove off
into night –
the cranes followed,,
flying around and around—
until the cemetery’s gates
clung shut behind;
but now, she knew
he would be with her,
all the days of her life.