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WE WELCOME DARKNESS We welcome darkness to this radiant feast. A fresh dream starts down from an old man's mountain of memories, and its water says to seeds, time to grow. Time to break, to know the light- fed rain as it falls. Living, riding this giant wave, seeing on what shore it lands. Looking back, these lives like clear glass cups, pouring and being poured into, waiting for light to be shining through. Darkness offers its old assurance: Your broken wheel will bring you home. I wanted to be there when my mother died, alone in the dark, the way she was there when I was born in the light. Dying, riding this giant wave, seeing on what shore it lands. And for this we need more darkness than the sky can afford tonight. Raising the cup, full or empty, turning it upside down, we welcome darkness to the table. Songs poured from star to star nourish the ground. Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor |
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