Taking Hold

Trusting in the Dark Days

Taking Hold| Trusting in the Dark Days
by Chanda Singleton Griesë


Blinding darkness, no stars,
No moon, no guide but the sound
Filling up and pouring out
And I hear it getting closer

Hand-in-hand, the bitter cold
My feet sinking in moistened sand
Edging toward the sound
I know it’s there, but where?

Too long, too dark, too bleak
My trembling hand holding on
 To His dependability

Are You pleased? Are You smiling at me?
Or looking down with furrowed brow,
Are You mad at me? I’ll have to see.
 
We walk on until the foam
Tickles ankles and laps at toes
And then it begins 

A brilliant light
Revelation worth the wait
Once hidden, a double image
In the heavens and sea

Filling my heart with joy
My arms lifting, glowing, warmed
By that familiar orange sliver
Peeking out at me

Rising up, telling tales
Casting light on all doubts
An eternity to see
The morning glory