Light

My reading of poetry waxes and wanes, and I wonder why. Lately, I’ve discovered its joys anew; and with sincere gratitude, I read and re-read these moving, hope-filled lines.

LIGHT
Bernadette Miller

I want to write of the light

but I do not know
whether words can illuminate
the way it hangs
upon branches and bird wings
and broken things
returning beings to beauty.

Can words spin substance
from sunshine and decay?

Can words cajole
celebration from night-weary
birds?

Can words warm surfaces
of stones and sorrows?

Can words reveal richness
in mundane
and battered
things?

I do not know.

But if we would write
a tomorrow
which is wider than wounds
we have worn,
we might wield words
like benedictions
and remember
blessings
within brokenness,
beginnings
within endings,
and beauty
within all things.

[mittens (Marilyn)]

This is really lovely and I like the lighting. I like the poem, too.

[Lin]

How beautiful - the poem and the capture ♥ Especially dear to my heart is the jar of marbles. I have one just like it and remember so well playing with them on the floor at my grandparent's home.

[Van]

Beautiful still life capture and poem. I enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for sharing.

[Milanie]

What a wonderful poem - and yes, light can do all those things.

[Helen Jane]

I really like this poem Janet - it is so very expressive. And you have illustrated the joy of light with your image too.