We feel so inadequate sometimes
to bring a light to ward off the dark.
We are powerless to push aside its
breadth and height, its creeping edge.
We feel alone, that even together we must
reach for each other’s hands,
walk one careful step,
one hard day at a time.
Yes, we feel overwhelmed,
That the dark, sometimes like water
tempting our immersion –
with its great body to envelop
and carry us to oblivion –
can seem a thought easier
than our burdens.
But to feel afraid perhaps,
is our signal to reach for hands of support,
for helpers holding gentle
torches in the night.
Yes, there is nothing that need be dealt with
And that is the light –
the light that sends the darkness to its knees.
How it only takes one candle
and the flame of love carried across a room
to light up all the cavernous corners.
Shadows, only specters we have not faced –
turned our lights upon.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
‘The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.’
2 thoughts on “A Poem: Inadequate”
Oh, dear Lisa, how powerful are your words in my spirit today. In recent days, I have snuggled into the darkness, pulling it across me like a blanket, seeking the warmth it promises.
But somehow in the night, the promised warmth has turned cold and I feel the need of shared light and warmth from others who have faced the black of night and returned from its cold, lying cover to stand in the light. You offer light. I accept.
Blessings to you, faithful friend.
Thanks for your beautiful heart felt comment. I stand, sit, lie down with you at this time of bereavement. I remember it well as I woke each morning after my Father’s death with the shock of his passing registering once more. It will get easier but in the meantime I shall lift you up.