So why on earth do we write,
what do we need to say?
Do we let our dreams take flight,
or do we find a way
to hold for others open doors
through which we have gone,
that we may share the reservoirs
of faith that we depended on
to see bright blessings in the places
that are darkened with our pain,
and in them see the offered graces
like rainbows past the rain,
and find in the mixed light and shadow
our life in Christ, chiaroscuro.
Sylvia doesn't know what that last word is, but if it's an ice cream flavour, she's game.
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I remember reading the word "chiaroscuro" the first time in a Luci Shaw poem and rolling it around in my head for days. What a delicious word. Congratulations on working it into your poem.
ReplyDeleteMichele, thank you for this! I love the word, too.
DeleteAndrew, I can only say "thank you" for sharing this poem. I needed to read these words this morning! May the Lord bless you, friend!
ReplyDeleteJoanne, I'm so glad you found something of value here.
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