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Beyond the Light
A Year of Sonnets: 001/365
Another year descends, and I am lost
in some great forest — time bears down on me.
No light, no warmth dare penetrate — but frost
grows through my bones and winds around my knees
and I must walk — “Keep walking!” so they say —
then so I go, despite the trail I bleed
and shape as angels: will they guide my way?
Where earth has failed, will heaven meet my need?
I should think not, and let the lie fly on —
though faith is such a funny, flick’ring flame,
a fire that bears no heat, yet calls upon
a never-ending warmth that eats all pain.
But I am here: beyond the Sunlight’s arm,
so very far from grace and close to harm.
I will say that this is not my current mindset — I am feeling at least a little more optimistic than this. It is just a very gray day here in NW Pennsylvania.
