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Darkness
Into
Light
I've
come
to
tend
your
grave
again.
The
ants
intrude
to
build
their
mound;
a
spider
spins
its
web
inside
a
bronzen
vase,
perchance
to
trap
a
fly.
The
mockingbirds
and
wrens
are
silent
now;
I
guess
they
too
have
flown.
I'm
blinded
by
a
piercing,
vicious
rain;
its
pellets
gouge
my
heart.
I
feel
alone.
I
never
knew
before
there
was
such
pain.
This
stone
that
wears
your
name
is
gray
and
cold,
but
you,
my
son,
were
warm
just
like
the
sun
--
no
grays
for
you
when
you
were
eight
years
old!
And
so
into
the
light
I
smile
and
run.
I
throw
the
daisies
high
into
the
air;
I
know
you
are
not
dead
--
you
live
up
There!
Copyright
©
1994
Ruth
Gillis
"Darkness
Into
Light"
received
both
the
Editor's
and
Readers'
Choice
Awards
in
the
Fall
1994
issue
of
Feelings;
and
a
Second
Place
Award
in
the
February
1995
issue
of
Moments
In
Time;
and
a
First
Place
Award
in
the
January
1998
issue
of
Poets
At
Work.
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