Abandon
(An Advent, or is it Good Friday, Prayer)
O Darkness,
my companion,
my surprise,
when all else failed,
when there was no one to be found,
or to find me, you were there.
Like a mother swaddling her child,
you wrapped me up, drew me close.
I used to curse you, blame you,
fear you. Now I am lost in the black
curvature of your arms
where sleeping —or is it dying—
I wait to slip out of the silk pajamas
you have made for me.
Yes. I will gladly trade you
my many legs for two tie-dyed wings.
I can hardly wait to step out
into the light, like prayer flags
wave to you in my new threads,
cradled in the wind.
© 2016, Dan Miller.
Thanks for this, for helping to find a/the way.
Just beautiful! Thank you for the beauty you create. It reaches into the depth of my soul and pulls the fivers that holds it. Angelica
Dan – Thank you!! Your poem is deeply moving. I am especially attracted to your subtitle, “Advent, or is it Good Friday,” which speaks to my experience of this particular day – both Advent (preparations, annunciation and waiting) along with the darkness of Good Friday. (I have been resisting Advent and the whole liturgical calendar). I am also reminded of John of the Cross, “One dark night, fired with love’s urgent longings, ah the sheer grace!).