The Coming of Light

The Coming of Light

Dec 16

Written By Dane Dowell

Long have we endured this unending night,

Though the prophets once spoke of the coming of light.

Still, we carry the burdens we cannot forsake,

Bound by the trials, we’re fated to break.

The moon reigns over the Kingdom of Silhouette,

Its Throne of Longing,

A shrine of forgotten wishes,

Faded, shooting stars.

Majestically wrapped in the Robe of Redemption,

Draped in doubt and despair,

And upon its head, a Halo of Hope,

Gilded in grief,

Tarnished by tears.

The sun must set and light surrender,

To shadows that stalk the western edge.

Forever this dance,

A chasing romance,

Between the shadow and light.

Dusk dissolves,

As darkness claims its place.

And in mercurial minds,

Peace gives way to worry,

Anxieties lurking in hidden corners,

Dreams defeated,

Faith run dry,

We cry:

“How long, O Lord?

Must we wrestle and reconcile?

Dream of deliverance?

Struggle with separation?”

We feel forsaken,

Our strength long gone.

So we pray in silence,

“Please…

Come…

Awaken…”

Shaken, we linger in this hollow space,

A chapter we know we cannot erase —

The dark night of the soul, we all must face.

Every hero must learn to embrace the shadow.

Dare to descend where few will go.

The pain we resist plants seeds of sorrow,

Which sprout and grow in the fields of tomorrow.

We seek out the light, and it gives us hope,

But life exists in the here and now.

Live in the moment, take up the plow,

Sow seeds of grief in barren soil,

Release resistance, all the years of toil.

Accept what is, or to the shadow, the spoil.

Yes, sit in the darkness we long to flee,

Trusting it shapes the soul to see.

Let’s not fool ourselves with false hope,

But move through the heartache, learning to cope.

Let us embrace the pain we fully feel,

And in so doing, may we begin to heal.

Let us rest and release.

Breathe in this moment,

Let it all cease,

And allow silence to speak its peace.

We will find our way through,

Transcending the confines of these dark nights,

And rise above to unimagined heights.

For in the absence of light,

Physical boundaries fade,

And we see that limitations are manmade.

In this creative space, we now trade

The margins of the world, the price we paid,

For magical realms, where we once played,

Solutions to problems we long prayed.

When we finally release this fleeting masquerade,

We'll live anew, from the spirit, unafraid.

For everything is divine,

Both in the light,

And in the shade.

The path to renaissance

Is through the requiem,

The death of self, of us versus them.

And in the dying,

As the seasons proclaim,

So we rise,

The flame rekindled,

Beneath new skies.

The choice is ours:

To descend into the abyss,

Or ignore our emotions as they run amiss.

But know this:

The path is through the pain.

We must confront our monsters for them to be slain.

And so I’ll sit,

Uncomfortable though it may be,

And allow it all to flow through me,

Awaiting redemption,

Awaiting heaven on earth,

Awaiting the promised, rising sun,

Trusting, always, that it will come.

One day...

Yes, one day…

When mercy mends the broken way,

A new dawn breaks, the world restored,

And all will dwell in love once more.

But for now,

Let us sit in silence tonight,

Eyes fixed on the horizon.

For on this, the eve of the darkest night,