To speak of light,
to speak of love,
is not to deny dark or dread,
nor naively trust the heart
whose capacity for cruelty
is born to our eyes
with banal regularity.
No, we speak because
they alone will save us
as we turn again, and again,
to what lies behind
the shredded illusions
of our time.
And not only speak,
but live and act
and be,
until we, too, disappear
as radiance
drenching hidden seeds
to risen life.
2-4-2021
©Diane Pendola
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