Dark cannot consume,
light undying finds a way.
Reflecting rebellion arcs
off melancholy silver waves.

Like the child with a flashlight,
under nighttime tent of sheets,
illuminating truth and secrets
— all is bright underneath.

Tuck me into bed, my dying sun,
pull the down over my blue skies,
whisper me conch shell lullabies
— I leave the light on, sleep defied.

And when the seaside train awakes
and dawn, with hope, hazily breaks…

I’ll be telling stories of darkness
undermined by sunset’s grace.

~ EC


(*Photo by me. No filter. 1.27.17, Seattle)


19 thoughts on “Grace

  1. Emily, I relate to your use of light as hope. I would like to share your poem on my blog called flashlight batteries. It is in alignment with the intention of my blog. Let me know if you are ok with this. I look forward to reading more of your poems.

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