From Poetic to Poet

I wrote my first poem… Intentionally!

From being told I’m poetic and not agreeing to coming into agreement and writing an actual poem!

Inspired by a convo with a friend who started our video chat also “in the dark”, like I was, as I oftentimes find myself in this winter season.

Women of the Dark

We are women of the dark
Not of darkness, but of the dark.
Much like we hear God louder and clearer in the stillness,
we see her greater and brighter in the dark, too.

Sound is amplified in the quiet of the stillness.
And so, too, is divine light amplified in the dark of night.

“Be still and know that I am God.”
God beckons me to be still.
She yearns for me to create space.
Just like my “busy with blessings” friend,
God wants me to slow down. To invite her in.

And when I arrive at stillness, I hear her.
She speaks in the sweetest whisper.
She tells me to look up at the stars.
To marvel at the magic she created for me.

She tells me to connect.
“The opposite of addiction isn’t sobriety, it’s connection.”

And so, I connect. I seek connection.
After all, everything I am seeking is seeking me, too.
Ease. Joy. Peace. Rest. Connection. Love. Light. Money.

It seeks me because I seek her first.

It seeks me because she is all I ask of her.
She—love!—is what my soul longs for.

My heart breaks and love is the super glue of repair.
No matter the break—its depth, its cause.
Love rushes in like water flooding out of a dam,
eager to repair what was broken.

And in the dark?
In the dark, I hear her.
In the dark, she knows the parts of me I’ve hidden from myself.
In the dark, I begin to know myself more, too.

And in the dark, she calls to me.
Beckons me over like a bee to its flower.
A deep knowing. No asking, just calling.

And when she calls, I answer.

I didn’t always, but I do more now.

There is no shame in love.
There is no fear in love.
“Perfect love casts out all fear.”

I used to wonder if that was true. Right. Possible, even.
But there’s nothing impossible for my God. For love!
Love is everywhere and in everything.

Even in hate, there’s love.
Even in hate, there’s fear hiding behind love so uncertain.
So coward, it won’t show its face.

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.”
And hate holds a dynamic power that love does.
That hate tries to hold.
“Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

Love. It existed before the stars—standing still and shooting.
Love is the only thing that endures.

“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”
“Love never fails [it never fades nor ends].”

In the dark, love shines brighter.

Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let US shine!