Polar Light

“… anything exposed to the light will itself become light.” - Ephesians 5:14

What is light but the distillation of darkness?
These days we have had a trinity of that:
dis-ease,
depreciated democracy,
dis-equality.
Are these weeds or seeds planted in this dread season of looking,
Awaiting salt or awaiting light
Awaiting the sweet exhale of children.

We loved our children, in our naming them,
naming even the eggs our mothers passed with them like heirloom recipes.

I say to my children, money and place are like the polar bear on the tip of the
Iceberg
that is the wealth of your passage

through the light of this warming world.
She comes, she goes,
You must fear and protect her.
To my children I say,
notice:
Notice the price of televisions,
Compared to the price of food, the cost of bottling water,
of Nestle chocolates,
Notice the bark stripped from the dead tree at the edge of the campsite trail.
Could you survive this world without the skin mother provided you?
Be that bark that lets in light, lets in water,
Set yourself apart from the trail, yet remain in the forest.
Be the trinity of Light, Salt, and Water.
That transmutes this season.
In order to form a more perfect Union
for all Kin.