Blackness: Night before Ash Wednesday, 2020

Not that midnight is so very dark
in my dimly lighted sleepless room,
white sheets on my bed
even whiter than what’s so thoroughly painted
around me;

not that darkness is so bleak or fearsome,
full of bad dreams that need an ending
or even the pain one suffers alone;

no, none of these realities
describe one’s ailing self
before the unseen impalpable strength
inside one’s soul and everywhere within,
where blackness is a promise of gentle rest,
a way of being whole.

Again and Again
Event Horizon