Give me the night, for darkness is where creation happens.
That same night where fears emerge
in which the future cannot be seen
is also where love is made
where magic happens
where we are renewed.
Let there be light, but no, not yet.
Darkness enfolds, cherishes.
Dark matter and energy make up most of the universe
without them none of this would exist.
We were animated and brought into existence
by and in the dark.
Let us now go to the dark places for answers.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Very nice
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I love this. Give me the night. Good write.
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We talk so much about light that we forget nothing functions in a vacuum. Not only that light is manifest because darkness supports it, but because darkness itself is a cradle for creation. This is such a lovely poem, Kim, one I enjoyed reading aloud, turning the words in my mouth and in my head.
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