The Dark Night
Fear invades, pervades, masquerades in calm seas,
Tossed into sets of broken dreams, unseamed hems
Of garments rent in grief. No sweet hand of relief
To a burning brow, to wipe unshed tears
Across the bruised cheek. Dissonant hymns
Of grace rejected, bounce from cellar to steeple.
Flags sway in changing breeze to catch the sharper
Wind, not seen but felt on skin whose
Pallor has moved from gray to gray, undone by
The aspect of different circumstance and need.
What has truly changed, nothing. Nothing but
Possibilities and options, the awareness
Of the nearness and the dark night.
thecourseofourseasons 
Truly insightful..
Thanks, Katy! K
The is a heart wrenching capture of the consuming wave of fear. It really does hide in the calmest seas and taint all it touches. Excellent write.
Thanks, Cathleen. Fear can be overwhelming and hard to stop. K
Powerful and beautiful – the desolation seeps between the lines
Thank you, Marousia. K
You’ve captured fear perfectly… it depicts how I feel when I’m stuck in fear’s nets. Well done.
Thanks, Serena. Fear can be overwhelming – but also can be overcome. K
dang…this feels so heavy by the end…like what is the use…when nothing has really changed…Nothing but
Possibilities and options, the awareness
Of the nearness and the dark night
Isn’t that what fear does? Drags us down – when the reality is that nothing has changed – just the perception – grace rejected when it could be otherwise.
Dissonant hymns
Of grace
What a phrase inside an excellent poem.
Thank you – hope you have a lovely day! K