Rising Sun/Eclipse of Luna
Everyday a
concert of
tweets praise
the rising sun.
Today, I rise
with purpose.
My peace is
threatened.
I swim against
the stream.
After the concert,
under a laughing moon,
God’s smiles watch over me.
When the
quiet light
of the
clear moon
is eclipsed,
and the
slow, relentless
pallof
ambiguity slips
across the brow,
the dark of
the coming cloud
dimsthe sure
white of the
very face of night
and all certainty is lost.
Eyes wide with dread,
she lies uneasy
beneath the shadow,
and it pains us.
We cry, mourn,
wail.
But the lady
does not fail.
The journey has
a course and
certainty must
spend itself and pale,
suspend itself
in the night
of ambiguity
andpay the
price of the pearl.
Edited by Venus Davis. Words by Cheryl Fields and Lou Brodnik.
