Hope, in the ocean of darkness and death

Well, this is probably the only poem of mine that will ever make it up here, so enjoy.

This was written on a hard day, during a hard week, in an even harder month. A day when all of the ugliness of the world seemed to gather and press down, threatening to block out all light, all hope, all beauty. It was written in response to violence—specifically, the rape of a friend's younger sister. How does one live in a world where people hurt each other, and tear themselves apart? How does one find God?

This was part of my answer. My testimony of hope.

In the words of George Fox, the 17th century founder of Quakerism: "I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness. In that also I saw the infinite love of God."

And we pray, come Lord Jesus. Come.

A day for hope, October 3, 2007
For Kohleun, my fairy bright

Dust lavender brush bright
Fairy wings touch skin

Flutters, fights
Breathes she
asthma black breath in
dull, dark world

Two inches
Touch glory

Undone fly
All we are
Free