Hard Rain and Summer Green

 

I walk the length of Edmonton’s river valley
and still the morning has not come. Under a bridge

I light a candle and stare into the honey-coloured flame
and watch one translucent tear brim over then go solid.

I see a hard rain hover above the hospital —
one thousand clouds clench their fists.

And yet, there will be church today
and all the green of summer will look up in hope.

And despite my failure to perceive You,
I will fall back to believing

that Your thin arms stretched the length of a plank
make a bridge to healing — yes, the heart,

and also the cells that have failed their weaving,
to raise the bodies that carry so lightly, this life…

I return to my candle and pray for all the wincing stars
who have left their doors open to dawn,

and suddenly I love them all,
although, like God, it seems, love them is all I can do.

 

15 Comments

  1. a bridge to healing — yes, the heart,
    and also the cells that have failed their weaving,

    Oh. Stephen. ???

    1. The question marks were meant to be a heart and praying hands. Emoticon fail. Sending Love and Light.

  2. The question marks are meant to be a heart and praying hands. Love and Light transcend tech glitches.

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