by Sue Stone
In the darkness
I grope,
stumbling across the rocks and shards
that cannot give me meaning,
broken long ago
by a single act,
an irrevocable choice.
And yet
you chose to puncture that darkness
with the depths of your love,
bright,
shining like a beacon.
cross-shaped,
carried in the hearts and souls
of those who love you.
Make me a lantern, too,
let me be one who carries that light
until all my dross is burned away,
and all that remains
has been fully tranformed.
