Rocky Ground and Healthy Soil

It’s not dark or light, saint or sinner,
rocky ground or healthy soil

It’s both, and, dual, and all those things.

My dead darkness is my shining light
a call awake, a freedom song
a precious gift to open gently.

The certainties, splits, and breaks
are dandelion seeds catching light,
they float away.

I am called to live in wholeness, with wide arms
open, sky shining and
dark clouds looming.

All is well and good, and all is precious gift.