Dark Praise

 This poem has cultivated much thought for me.

With a start, I realized my entire insides 

have been operating their stunning processes

in the dark for all the years I've lived.

Bones, muscles, organs, 

blood flowing steadily through veins…

tributaries of life reaching into the sky of my skin 

to bring essential nourishment and oxygen 

to wee cells doing the work of mighty engines...

all this happening in the dark throughout my body.

The sperm and ovum which became me

came from the separate darkness

of my parents and met in the dark.

 I grew in the dark of my mother's womb.

I'm no longer giving preference to the light.

I'm seeing the dark as equally essential,

and just as beautiful and complex as light.

kastilwell