Sitting in the dark

Sitting in the dark
 
I sit in the dark waiting
 
for a dream to come by
 
for the wise one to awaken.
 
Sitting in the dark
 
I hear the cries of the children
 
the songs of the birds
 
the promise of the spring bulbs.
 
Sitting in the dark
 
I see the flicker of this human journey
 
and feel the toughness of the scars.
 
Sitting in the dark
 
The ancestors remind me to
 
face the mirror which promises
 
we are more than our sins.
 
less than our costume de jour
 
Sitting in the dark
 
I sense the spark of possibility
 
the harbinger of beauty
 
which rises from the ashes.
 
I
            sit
                        in the
 
                                                dark
 
waiting.
 
March 1, 2019
Jimmy F Pickett
Coachpickett.org