Light Knocks Skyward

The life of light.

Light knocks skyward...the world opens

unto itself.

One monstrous illumination felled--

despite ourselves we find shadows

outstretched...rationed eclipses to

ground.

The light of the world secreted...

becoming ominous upon thee.

Motioning, as if hailing the soul's 

transport--the living seem untimely.

As an arm raised to the wind to better

feel it, discern direction--a handful of will.

We pull one another from moments...

and in that pulling agree time has

passed.

We wear of a mind of welcome--to make

our way through what's forbidding.

Light knocks skyward...the world opens

unto itself--we were meant to move and

be moved by its embedded cognizance.

Till love has become of us, and the light

of the world we are...undone.

For that which knocks must be answered.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

Light is a theme i find endlessly of interest, i like to write about it a lot myself. here you capture something of its beauty although this has sad overtones, the light is inevitable and love needs to find us... without love we are nothing. Liked the different tones in this and i could here the light knocking... quite insistantly:)