A seasonal poem related to the approach of Samhain.
(Image descritpion: A photo of a mostly dark sky with receding sunlight. Numerous stars shine overhead, while wispy clouds hang over the silhouetted trees.) Credit: Photo by Noah Silliman on Unsplash
A Return to Darkness
In the shortening of days,
I feel the call,
a call of darkness,
a beacon of stillness,
that my heart aches for.
In the heart-longing,
balance is needed,
where things might be mended.
A strengthening of ways
can render a murky path
into a trusted and well-tread one.
With each beat of my heart,
I yearn for yarns
of ancestors, near to my pulse.
I miss the blessed tales that
made my young heart sing.
The darkness ripples with its call,
asking me to seek these gifts again.
Even with uncertain times
and no clear direction,
I must heed the call.
These yearnings aim to
heal, like a steady boat on the sea,
and to bring me home.
In the darkening of days,
may my heart be anchored
in the bay of healing and story.
Let my ties to the stories be strengthened,
so that the path may be steadied.
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