The darkness comes once again
To greet us when we are already
Searching for something brighter.
Standing upon earth’s yearly sacrifice
Under clouded sky, we weep
For our own personal sacrifices—
Ones that brought us joy
And ones that brought us pain
Throughout the year.
Sometimes we believe we can
Live up to every expectation
Of a loved one, friend, mother or father,
Yet, reality speaks a different truth:
It says to have no expectations
As nature has no expectations
On its growth, its demise, its surprises.
It is in nature’s imperfection that
We can discover ourselves.
We are not perfect and our
Sacrifices should be made to better
Ourselves, one another, those loved ones.
We cannot honor any one living thing
Nor many, if we are living
In constant denial.
We are always at fault with something,
Always searching for that better way
To love, live, breathe, walk.
The tiniest oak does not seek
For the bigger, brighter of leaves.
It is content being small
And living in itself, it waits patiently
To ascend to see above other trees.
And it does.
In this season,
Let us welcome what we’ve
Never welcomed before—
The vision of seeing beyond
The suffering and sadness,
The faith filled with intentions that
One life can be transformed.
In the storms of distractions
That will follow, let us
Hold our ground, create roots;
Darkness is only allowed in
Where we allow it to be.