Speaking Light into Darkness

In a double wide trailer of my dad’s

halfway through a thirty-year mortgage

a voice found me in an abyss

nearly ready to call it quits

It spoke of gooey prickles, and

prickly goo, told me life was a drama

with the attending roles and stage lights

bright and hot, moments of fear

and tears at shared sadness

The voice was from beyond the grave

having long since been severed

from its corporeal form

but time and space did not limit

the reach of its embrace

When I needed a hand most

it found me, and sold me back

the watch it had stolen from

my pocket, so that by reaching

the end of my rope, I could learn to

let go, to trust, to dance the dance

of life

The voice drew me into a world

of connection, insurrection

against the old mechanical model

my reddit atheism phase created

new insights penetrated

my brain creating an uplifting

refrain, the ocean waves

and the universe peoples

church steeples are gravestones

hiding the bones of a dead religion

more majesty could be found in the

flight of a pigeon than in those

hallowed halls

within the walls of that soon to be

repossessed trailer

A zest for life was rekindled

seeds planted that would bloom

in due time

a rhyme on the lips that slips past

the tongue and is spoken

the meaning of life is to be alive

don’t strive, just jive with the groove

move your feet, catch the beat

and dance