Dearest light,
star and love
on the other side of dark.
calling to me
spreading your warmth
like a blanket
across the morning fields.
You are why
I wade through
endless cool shadows
of flickering fingers,
that tease me out of an unlit life
and into your waiting arms.
Finally, I can stop.
and meet myself,
right where I am,
holding onto whatever
I am carrying.
At the edge of the woods,
surrounded by bird songs and trees,
we will sit together, with what is true.
Mary Ann Burrows 2021