I am posting this poem again because something that happened last night reminded me of the experience that inspured this poem.
It happened in 2016. I was fairly blind by then, but was aware of when it was light and when it was dark. I could see shapes and a little bit of colour. I could not see faces.
I had had a very bad day in which there had been a lot of hurt with people I knew calling me stand offish and snobbish because I did not wave and smile when they waved and smiled at me. Yet they knew I was blind.
I went, that night, to the little church where I often go for some peace and a time of contemplation. I sat there, in the dark, feeling like a stone. Suddenly I had the sensation of the darkness putting its arms around me and comforting me. It was a very profound experience for me.
Last night, we returned to that place as we often do. I could not go into the church because it is now locked due to Covid. But once again I was in the total darkness, and stillness, and I was taken back to that experience. I realised , once again, how beautiful the darkness is. And as I realised it, suddenly, a Little Owl was calling close by. It was, for me, the most beautiful sound. But here is the poem that I wrote in 2016.
Arms of the dark,
Envelop my body,
All now is still, silence my friend,
Rest in the arms of the darkness,
My soul finds peace again,
Time is no more