When I was a child,
I would switch off the light at the doorway and
Before night fell into the corners of the room,
I would run swiftly to the rug in the middle of the floor.
I counted one, two, three-
Then leapt onto the middle of the bed,
hurrying under the covers and holding my breath:
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten
Making sure there were no sounds coming from the great darkness
Beneath my bed-
That I had not somehow dislodged
Then I could sleep.
Now I stand at the shore
Of an ocean of wept tears
There is no island of comfort
No counting charms to chant
Only the great darkness falling heavily
Into the corners of the room.
Nothing now between
and the monsters.
Sometimes we need to go back to those childhood times and fall in the arms of Jesus. He welcomes little children.
lovely poetry, Kathleen
Sending you lots of love, my friend. ❤
Oh my friend, that is a sad place to stand, for certain. There are times like that. As the sun warms, and the spring flowers begin to bloom, may you sit in the sun like a plant and allow spring’s nurturing warmth to ease your heart a little.