Darkness

There is a beautiful darkness

a rich, velvet overlay

It is at once suffocating 

and exhilarating

It is the hope of the 

unknown.

The freshly blanketed 

ground of winter.

                                 The winter of the soul.

It is living into the 

Spring.

It is awaiting life;

new life.

It is the hope of the womb.

It is the fate of the tomb.

I try to remember 

where I can go from your

Spirit.

But I can't hold the words of the Psalm.

             In these times, when I can't hold words

I can hold a hand.

I can hold a space.

I can hold love.