Where the Glory Comes From

For hours, lying in absolute darkness,
I traveled as though on ocean voyage—
Sensing nothing, hearing nothing,
Slow rocking of the skiff, alone as
Waves sloshed against my cradle.

A long and eerie voyage to a far off land
Where light had no source,
No Sun dawned to warm the air.
And finally here, upon shore of vastness,
The Dark Man came so very close we almost touched.

I felt that I had met him many times before,
Yet did not know his name—
Nor if he had a name at all.
Strangely, I was not afraid, in spite of all the work
Remaining to be done. Yet there was regret.

Only on this voyage to utter darkness
Did I finally see I was but a grain of sand,
Exuberantly clinging to breath, barefoot,
Gazing out farther than eye should be allowed to see….
And I knew I had so much more to understand.

I have strong desire to live and love—
And where the glory comes from, I cannot say,
But it is here about me, surrounds and upholds me,
As though I’ve been given wings to rise, to gaze
Upon the world and for the first time,
Be aware and give words to what I see.


2 thoughts on “Where the Glory Comes From

  1. It was inspired by my sensory deprivation float this past Saturday– no light, no sound, no sense of touch or smell or taste as you effortlessly floated in water for 90 minutes. Totally relaxing.

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