Out of Darkness, Light | A Christmas Poem

Tough year to find time, energy and inspiration for a Christmas post. So I am resharing last year’s. I hope it blesses you. Merry Christmas!

Out of Darkness, Light

We walk in darkness
Stumbling, feet slipping
Grasping for something, anything to keep from falling

We scrape our hands on broken branches
Our knees on stony paths
In trying to save ourselves, we are wounded

We wander in the murky black
Colliding, skin finds skin
For a moment, we are not alone

Together, we falter
Bones cracking into bones, heels crushing toes
In trying to save each other, we bruise, we bleed

Without light, shadows hide
Darkness beneath darkness
Sheets of black satin, sliding layer over layer in silence

Like crude oil,
It clings to our arms and legs, our faces, our hair
Slick, caustic, burning eyes and lungs

Retching, sick, lost, we keep falling
But we can’t tell how far, how fast
Until the light comes

And then we see

Though we can’t comprehend
The grey, the shapes emerging
Speak to us with a foreign tongue

We blink, our eyes adjusting
To rocks, cliffs, downed branches, the roots of trees
Things that made us stumble

We see the ones we tried to save
Who tried to save us
Caked in muck and mire, weak, weary

Eyes finding eyes for the first time
We stare long and hard into deep wordless wells
That both listen and speak

In them
We see ourselves
And weep

Our shame and sorrow
Cut deep, salty trenches through the filth on our faces
We are exposed

Naked in the light, we see the darkness
As it scurries into corners, under rocks
Seeking a place to hide

We think of hiding too
But light demands that
Shadows show themselves

And this light that keeps coming
Wraps us in gold, bright and warm
Glistening, sparkling, almost singing, calling out color and life

The dirt and grime dries, cracks, crumbles
In a pool of cool, clear water
Tender, raw skin is soothed

We sprawl across the grass
Drying damp bodies
Letting the light seep into, soak into, our very bones

Illuminating the deepest parts, the smallest places
And all the spaces in between
The light colors us in

And we rise
Children of the Light
No longer afraid to move, to breathe, to be

In the dark
We knew only darkness
Now, even shadows prove the light

And we radiate, shining like stars
Throwing color like scattered diamonds
Swirls of glittering dust

Light shined into the blackest night, creating
Out of darkness
Light

© Nichole Liza Q.

The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.
Isaiah 9:2