All men are born into sorrow
and the sun says, Mourn this light.
Days are stitched from tear filled cloths
generational sufferings needle through our wounds
each day a garment that does not cover us whole.
Foolish ones say, Moon, Stars, cover me!
As if men can wear them in glory
and escape the dirt in final end.
The wiser ones still their souls in the darkness
bear their nakedness as black soil
and hold the earth in kinship
as the bearer of seeds.
We cry out, Light come!
But the sun is weary of petitions
and says, Mourn this light
which men have thought the redemption
Yet the light of the living God
is forever mounted
in the souls that cry out from despair
feeling the emptiness of things.
From the depths he plants his seed
his hand reaching in the dirt
his heart culturing blessing
that man should walk in joy
finding the One who will hold him more beloved
than what shines under the sun.
© 2017 Tammy Mezera
Trying to get back into writing and the wordpress site here and there. My partner and I of twelve years have started the separation process and I am concentrating on my faith and relationship with God. In the meantime, my heartfelt appreciation to all of you that visit the site even through the long silences~