The Dawning of the Three

[Sunrise Daughter]

Hi Everyone,
So I kind of tried writing a rhyming poem, which I don't do often, so I am wondering if this is good or really bad. At the same time it's about an experience I had--really recently--so I thought twice about sharing but then what isn't shared stays silent and I'm doing my best to not stay silent about important things anymore.

Anyway, here is what I have.

The Dawning of the Three


It does not matter what happens to me
If I go there, at the dawning of the three
For if I go out, an ash tossed by flame
It will not matter that I have a name.

The radiance that will pour out of the dark
An ocean spilling, overflowing
Over the upturned bowl of the sky
Will blaze again in every open eye

Since even now, that tiny spark,
That lives behind each small black hole
Beyond which all visions turn blind
That little dot of sound and light

Could burst at any moment
And from the heart of every silence,
Rend from it the truth it yearns to cry
Within that place, beyond the water drip of time

There will be nothing left to fear
For what's lost will be no longer left behind
And what we are, all we've ever been,
It will be impossible to make it small again.

When all the shades fall off the lamps
Lit as they always are
Those defiant fires that never die
Will spring out of the places we hold for lamps inside.

When there’s nothing left to do but shine, and shine.
The light will gather, stretch and bend
The broken shards of unkempt love
And piece it whole, until it’s ours again.

So don’t go looking there for me
At the dawning of the three
The jagged-edged spaces we call despair,
The shapes fear makes, will disappear

There, light dances in and out, flickers off and on,
Image in motion, the experience of living song
The measures and the rests befalling everyone

And all the remembering we never thought we’d find
This, and more, and all that’s intertwined
Will leap its way into the world, strong for all that, for surviving,
The endless, countless, faces, voices rising

And I’ll become what’s hinted at, a permanent that’s undefined
Traces of self that all would recognize
I, somehow, in every one, who was ever one of mine.

[Susanne]

It's wonderful! Thanks for posting it.
Sue

[Sunrise Daughter]

Thanks so much Suzanne.