Thursday, March 26, 2009

White. Bright Heart


I was alone,
my small dark soul,
its wings hunched
beneath shame's weight.
The little light in the quiet
where I whispered sins
to the tired priest,
still rests inside that child’s heart.
Sweet sad light.

Today, I walked beside a lake
and startled when I saw the swans
released before the sun’s warm arms
have lifted leaves and grasses.

March is cold, but full of light;
a light that fills the outstretched wings
of a freed and joyous heart.
Oh white! White! White!
Oh white, bright heart!



Anonymous said...

Yes. That's got it.
Good job.


Lynne said...

Absolutely beautiful words and immage.

Patrice said...

I'm so glad you posted this! Thank you.