Out of Darkness
I sat in the quiet darkness of my room,
resisting the lamp switch next to me.
It seemed good
just to be there,
waiting, in Advent mode,
allowing the dark,
allowing earth’s rhythm,
claiming, changing nothing,
simply aware,
one with the universe
a quiet active presence,
like the seed in the ground, perhaps.
began to come.
I felt a sudden gladness.
The fidelity of it!
“Sure as the dawn,” they say
opening when the time comes,
forming root and stem, climbing up out of the earth,
bearing its fruit.
Mary Dowd, O.S.U.
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