hidden behind the clouds
come down to me in cool,
grey reflection
lighting the snow
at my feet,
making a path
for me to walk.
A call from
the woods gives
me pause to wonder
how do we survive
against all odds
and lean into the
frozen banks
of snow
the frozen banks of
places in our lives
that have become
like ice -
able to preserve
us and keep
us til a thaw
is possible,
until a thaw is
attainable.
I remember
pain that was
too great to bear
that with the safety
of days and weeks
emerged to be
felt -
when a clearing around
the swift
onset
had been made.
A family slowly
coming undone,
a doctor telling
us there was nothing
that could be done,
a father lying still
and alone on a
hospital table -
waiting to be
identified.
These spaces that grow
around pain are
sometimes missed,
the light that
exposes them is subtle.
It is a great gift
to be the subtle light
illuminating the stillness
and a place to come
undone, in the
safety of friends
and love.
It is this light
that often saves us.
Peace,
Tom+
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