Helios

I drove with some friends
to see silver horses shine against
a Paynes Grey sky.

I couldn’t, however,
get the image of the
brilliant white swan

out of my mind.

Today, looking at water,
I realize that there is
light in the darkest of times.
Notice, that I am not typing,
“there is light that comes from
darkness”.

Rather, Light is in Darkness.

Michael,
Lucifer,
a tangled sprawl,
catapulting through highest heaven
and deepest hell.

A white bird, coupled for life,
alone, still, in dry autumn grass.

(Rv 12:7-9)

©Kathleen Moors