The Darks and the Lights

“We bury our seeds and wait, winter blocks the road, flowers are taken prisoner underground, but then green justice tenders a spear.”

~Rumi

In these days of new moon, Solstice, religious holidays, and all the trembling of emotions, both joy and sorrow throughout our lands, I offer a poem I wrote in February 2025.

A Universal Prayer of Hope

What if there were a prayer
like an incantation,
one to be recited,
or sung—if you could carry a tune—
echoing around the world
like the wood pigeon’s call,
five notes radiating 
as light rays fill the sky 
announcing: “Morning has arrived”. 

What if, I ask, because I wonder
what might bloom in our hearts
if we held five words
to lift us into the dawn—
could they luminate our path
through starless nights
of change, surprise, and dread
where daily news suspends us
in silent, trembling pause?

Focus. Sing out. A clear message.

One that says: 
Lift your hearts today.
Let love be your guide.
My joy illuminates.

Could we, in unison,
each in our own language of hope,
sing until certainty rises 
that dawn has arrived,
and all are bathed in new light.

Could we sing together
and dispel the darkness
that seeps through shadowed corners,
permeating rooms of despair?
Could we try?

There lies hope:
Our one honest prayer of life.
Together we could light
the universe.

Many blessings to all in this transition time of light and dark, new year and old, and the joys of holidays shared.

Janis