The sun will rise tomorrow,
As straight as the crow flies;
Daylight will come.
And it will be a good day for some,
And for others: one dark and tired
But I promise you this:
They’ve already decided –
For whether they know it or not:
Their day is upon them.
But –
Shall they meet us,
Perhaps then they will know what we do:
Which is that the human heart – if unafraid –
Shines right into the blind-spots of our souls,
That pulling darkness,
That invisible, secret shadow-side to each individual’s light
And should someone’s light throw shade on my shine
I am unafraid to use that yin,
And wear the black darkness about me like a cloak
So that I may once again slip in,
And explore the depths within this heart of mine –
Where I,
Brave and trusting,
Shall seek the light –
That yang-energy hiding behind the wound I have yet to find
And finding the sad thing
– As the seeker always does –
I will carefully remove the stitches,
Drenching the lonely sad plains in my soul with undiscovered parts of myself,
Where only yesterday,
I didn’t know I existed.
And when our wounds have been finally opened and examined,
We will be more whole –
Our wings once again dipped in gold,
We will have grown,
Not simply older,
But better, brighter, lovelier, and wiser –
Than we ever imagined,
Only yesterday
