Transmutation
Creation is an upheaval
Of shadows
By Light.
Creator’s hands bearing down
Stroking, enfolding
The silken dark.
Tell me your secrets.
The truth will set you free.
Take hold of this Light.
The way is deep into mystery
And verity.
Creator, dispersing Light into the chaos,
Dissipating shadows,
Disbanding the umber shafts,
Bearing from obscurity,
Blinding radiance, for
Dispersing the shadows
Is a messy rooting out of the defiled
From deep fissures.
The Light, driven into the abyss,
Is a searing, sweltering alignment
To lucidity,
To sanity.
Creation is constant,
Alive, ceaseless, vast.
Grinding like ancient machinery
Climaxing in trumpets
And sonic wails
As darkness succumbs in
This cosmic union,
The luster of golden lambency,
The haze rising to the gloss
Of sacral rain.
This is transmutation:
The dark chasm of the soul
Recast into poetry.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: “Transmutation” digital art ©2018 Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
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