The dark needs friends too.
Who will befriend the dark,
Who will guide us through?
It is when the world is most quiet,
It is the space that people retreat from
Only to willingly yet unwittingly
Enter into:
The Dark,
The darkest of which lies just before the dawn.
Pain, I hear you,
The you of me,
In the Earth
and me in the Earth.
I listen and feel.
I embrace you and welcome you inside
To my fire.
I will give you a safe haven
As you journey us towards
The horizon in the well,
The dawn that lies at the end of
This noisy modern world.
We are everyone else
Especially in the places of longing
And other spaces of pain.
Pain: we are come of it,
Made of it, and so,
Fluent in it,
Carrying, holding, accepting
And loving
That which others can not -
Can not see,
Can not allow in themselves.
We take on theirs, and they,
Ours. We share.
Perhaps we ask for what we want
By giving it to others.
