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
Brigid's Hearth 