Light
was flowing,
then
the darkness
came,
Love
was growing,
then
the darkness
came,
and the darkness
moved upon the face
of the
deep.

The Rivers
stilled,
grow stagnant,
littered with the pollution
of our lies,
and the darkness
reigns.

Light
begins to waiver,
then
filter
through the gloom.
Flowers
sprout from the carnage
we
left behind.

The breeze stirs the face
of the deep.

 

– written by Pamela Lindley Daw – summer of 1985

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