Art and Illumination

Through history
There have been
Some that say
They can hear the planets move

For a moment
Gazing upon Saturn
In all his bold brilliance
Stark and outstanding
Amidst the winter’s darkness
… I thought I had too.

And I imagined the sound
Of the churning and grinding
of lead to be
reborn as gold
In the way the alchemist
Understand Saturn

Cronus will be overthrown
And Venus
shall emerge from the sea

She rises now
Out of the sea of darkness
Out of the long night
Of the passing year
With the delicate
Twinkling of small bells
And dainty icicles
For those who can
Sit and listen
For those who can
Believe
That all return to light and love.

Halfway​
through
The morning climb
The sky broke…
Open, pierced with light
From the southern sky.

The northwest horizon
Billowed on
In rebellious plumes
of deep purple and grey
Swelling dark giants
unwilling to relent.

Caught in contrast,
In between​,
Was a most beautiful sea
of white gulls
Stark
Aglow.

So effortless
The ease by which
They rode the tumult
Of wind,
So agile
And weightless
Against the heavy sky,
That they
could be mistaken
As small pieces
Of loose paper
Drifting,
swirling,
and free.

And then I knew
For truth
That secretly written
Upon their
Skyward
Sun-bathed forms
Were the hopes
And prayers
Of many,
Onward and ever
delicately carried
upon
white wings.