A LIGHT IS PIERCING HERE
There is no turning back,
not now, not then,
to darker days or ways or tracks.
The guardians of One-God-Dreams
as sacred time beams timeless themes.
A light is piercing here,
today, as then,
to quell all fears and harms and tears.
For opulents with golden doors,
a peace beyond
their pomp and circumstance of war.
For poor and immigrant,
a lofty seat
and warming love are imminent.
For pained and bruised and slurred,
a softening word,
a gentling claim is sent and heard.
For an isolate’s constraints,
a better hope
dispels divides and false complaints.
And riches are futility;
a time to bow
brings all to one humility.
A joy complete is come,
to keep and heal
the wounded and the wearisome.
Now sing and share and go and tell,
this light, against all ills,
makes good, makes grace, makes life, makes well.
– Bob Hill
* “There is no turning back….“ – after Wendell Berry, This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems (Berkeley: Counterpoint, 2013), p. 141.
** “The guardians of One-God-Dreams….“ – after Howard Thurman, The Greatest of These (Eucalyptus Press: Mills College, California, 1944), p. 1.
*** “… their pomp and circumstance of war….“ – see William Shakespeare, Othello, Act III, Scene 3.