In the dark
In this deep blue
of me and you,
We can see
a spark of life
if we are willing.
When the weight
of the firmament
surrenders to a singularity,
a slender filament:
Heaven filed down
to a sharp
impartation
of the Spirit.
Yet there are promises
that come true
if we are willing
to hear it.
This line that pierces the night
goes by many names.
Call it Truth.
Call it Hope.
Call it Light.
11.25.2012
jbh
