Slow MoverWhen Noon Went Dark
On this day,
May 19, 1780,
the sky forgot its brightness.
Noon came wearing midnight.
Candles were lit at tables,
in churches,
in homes where people looked upward
and wondered if the world
was ending.
Perhaps it was only smoke,
fog,
cloud,
fire carried on the wind.
But those beneath it
did not know.
And perhaps that is the lesson:
we often live inside the darkness
before we understand its cause.
We name it judgment,
doom,
abandonment,
the end.
But sometimes
the light has not died.
It is only hidden.
And somewhere beyond the smoke,
beyond the fog,
beyond the heavy cover
of what we cannot yet explain,
the sun remains.
pcwartist
My Space
