Needed: A Wee Bit of White Light

There's something I'll blog about soon, but for now, many generalized prayers, thoughts of white light, and goodness are needed.

In the meantime, let me give you a poem by Eavan Boland, a beautiful poem, the aesthetic of which inspires me.

This Moment

A neighbourhood.
At dusk.

Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.

Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.

But not yet.

One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.

A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.

Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.