Spun from the Darkness

I see everywhere

            in this place of shadows and deep sorrow

How love is being created

            and then woven thread by thread

            into some invisible fabric

            stretching across space and time

            and beyond it.

I see how it stretches and strengthens

            between hearts and minds

            being spun out of the darkness itself

            and then dyed by grief into Light.

I see how it unites and binds in the fragmentations

            and changes those who spin or weave

            or are simply covered by the warmth of the cloth around them.

And I see it is a tough love

            and fierce.

And it must be against the dark cold or the fires of grief

            that grip the world.

Yet what comes is a covering for our nakedness

            when the fig leaves were stripped away

            in a garden long ago

            and we began our sojourn into “shadowland.”

This priceless mantel—this robe of Light

            will last beyond the darkness

            for Beauty has allowed us here

            a glimpse of the Eternal

            and the fabric of love fills with Light.