Tuesday, October 4, 2016

A Twilight Bloom

Though the night is long, the light is always coming again, always the sway of dark to light to give a weary ponderer a beacon to yearn towards.......Oh yeah, morning is coming strong towards you, strong and sure to open up your life's scene to a cresting light.  It is.
But, did you see the moonflowers in the nighttime hour?  I saw them last night, opening as the evening moved towards sunset. 






The little goat herd browsed by and plucked a few of the milky blooms right off as I regarded them, as if they hadn't noticed they would be delicious before.   All draped in a tangle along the strawberry patch, I hadn't noticed how delicious it was to see them there before--- as a flower for the night, the darkest hour.  

Last night I dreampt I woke up afraid, but not really afraid, I was remembering how it was when I was a child.  I went to turn on the lights and no light came.  I ran to my sister's room and couldn't wake her, so I went upstairs to my mother's room where she lay silent with Dad, all safe and secure in there.  I called in my 10 year old voice as if I was not 50 years old anymore, "Mom, mom!"  And Mom left Dad's side, came to me in nightgown beauty, she made a place in another room and on another bed for me and her.  As I watched her make it ready, I knew I would sleep sound with her laying beside me. 

A white bloom for the nighttime hour--a comfort under the canopy of shadow.  Who will see this loveliness?  --anyone awake in the night.... anyone who "calls out" will see it there waiting silent, beautiful like mother in gown coming to comfort the child awake in the dark.

3 Call to Me, and I will answer you. I will tell you of great things, things beyond what you can imagine, things you could never have known. Jeremiah 33:3