Dwight Stevers: Poetry – Filling the Void

	Poetry
	Dwight Stevers

Filling the Void
- for Terry
In blessed internal places we come as receptacles which hold the key to life, not knowing how to turn the suffering to joy but managing to despite all odds. We gamble on love, on each other, on ourselves. We speak in sacred words the colors in our hearts – the passion, the glory, the childlike awe, the angst. We sing, we dance, we cry, we laugh. We ponder the past, we hope for the future. We cherish one single moment when we feel, we truly feel, the blessing, the power, the gratitude. No one gave us instructions, no one taught us. No one is there for our regret, our aloneness. No one woke us up, no one led us into dreams. We give each other glimpses of priceless gifts and take them back to our caves, our shells. We come out fighting, embracing, exploding. We only have our fear to blame. We let go and come back to ourselves. We shy away from confrontation, but cloud the mirror. Each of us reflects each other perfectly – yet we deny our perfection, our beauty, our unity. We need only loosen the grip and breathe to let ourselves be filled with light eternal.

Filling the Void

- for Terry

In blessed internal places we come
as receptacles which hold the key to life,
not knowing how to turn the suffering to joy
but managing to despite all odds.
We gamble on love, on each other, on ourselves.
We speak in sacred words the colors in our hearts –
the passion, the glory, the childlike awe, the angst.
We sing, we dance, we cry, we laugh.
We ponder the past, we hope for the future.
We cherish one single moment when we feel,
we truly feel, the blessing, the power, the gratitude.
No one gave us instructions, no one taught us.
No one is there for our regret, our aloneness.
No one woke us up, no one led us into dreams.
We give each other glimpses of priceless gifts
and take them back to our caves, our shells.
We come out fighting, embracing, exploding.
We only have our fear to blame.
We let go and come back to ourselves.
We shy away from confrontation, but cloud the mirror.
Each of us reflects each other perfectly –
yet we deny our perfection, our beauty, our unity.
We need only loosen the grip and breathe
to let ourselves be filled with light eternal.

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