I’ve been sitting up at night again
with the moon,
slipped between the still wet grass and darkness
into the unlit deep.
Silence is a blanket,
the mystery that surrounds us.
Many things arrive on their own
away from the light,
many thoughts that go unanswered
during the day.
I look at the sky –
the deepening of color,
the blue and gray and white releasing
echoes of the tide...
If only I could wrap the moon in darkness.
Words and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.
Poem published in "Listen: A Seeker's Resource for Spiritual Direction," Vol. 6: Issue 3 (July 2012): http://sdiworld.org/publications
and reprinted in FLAR, vol. 4, issue 1 (Spring 2016).