When the lights go out in your house
and you can’t even find a candle…
When yellow gas seeps under the door frame
and through the vents…
Hold steady and call on the Brilliant One
inside.
That light is brighter than the darkness
that hides in every corner and nook—
that causes you to crack your shins on furniture
and sparks to life the tormentors
who burn your bedroom to the ground.
It is stronger than the toxic agent
which clouds every room,
sends you seeking through the fug,
and makes you cough and choke
on your own vanity and greed.
When you know of your brightness,
of your strength and resilience,
your house lights again,
and that yellow gas, you realize,
is harmless as a dust mote.
Thank you for your words! Here’s to our brightness, strength, and resilience.
Thank you, Stephani. Yes, may those qualities shine forth!
The poem is sublime and I hope you and your world are as well❤️
Thank you, Kelley. Yes, my world is going great. I hope yours is too. <3
Wonderful!
Who needs light when there is vision?
Shin-thumping comes from movement without understanding. Mine are pretty beat up most of the time. This poem offers a lot to contemplate — so much carefully crafted symbolism.
It should go into a book! 🙂
The more I read this, the more there is to contemplate. It’s interesting how important our assumptions of ourselves are isn’t it. ‘When you know of your brightness…..your house lights again’. Such trust and practice needed to really experience this knowing. Thank you!
Great analogy on letting the world into your inner world. The air in that room is kept clean by Him, but if you try to be of the world, rather than just in it, the gas comes under the door.