“ Descent “

poem by Annette Knopp

"'Neither Day Nor Night” painting by Jane Martin

I wish I could tell

which were my darkest hours

and how even then through the broken glass

came shining rays of light

 “Those were happy times”,

you might sigh

and wanting to remember the

colorful feathers

when the burden feels as un-lift-able

as broken wings

Hold close to the center, my dear

soften into the edges and surrender

like tender meat leans into a knife

without a trace of fear

I wish I could let you know

that you are never lost

and that when you stumble,

you simply fall, fall into God

There is no other ground