in this empty space

is this
a dark night of the soul
or a new morning
so bright
as to blind me
to all previously
known shapes
and forms
and images

a sunwashed dawn
so loud with birdsong
that I cannot hear
those long familiar
voices speaking

not even the one
I thought was my own

dark or light
day or night
this moment
finds me most alone

and I find comfort only
in what I have come to know
of the power of unknowing

and I trust that
in this empty space
a greater gift of grace
is growing.

~Cheryl Anne

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