“Day told her sister, Night, ‘When you are darkest is when you are most beautiful. It’s when you are most you.’” – Lupita Nyong’o, Sulwe
If Darkness is Love
then it is rich chocolate
savored slowly;
black coffee at dawn
just before the light breaks.
If Darkness is Love
it is the velvet sky and keeping vigil
praying amongst the stars;
the truth of the moon with nothing to reflect
heralding the new month’s first days;
lush composted earth
and the water of the womb,
nourishing new life beyond vision.
It is lovers whispering the sweetest of secrets
and a blanket-fort built to keep out the world;
Black Fire of sacred words
creating the shape
of White Fire yearning for your wisdom.
If Darkness is Love
it is the preservation of precious memories
developing slowly under red lights,
smudged on fingers in typewriter ink.
It is the bliss of closed eyes after a long day,
the quiet place where anything is possible.
Darkness
is Love
filled to the brim,
swirling with promise,
imbued with hope,
trembling in anticipation
as Holy breath caresses Her face.
Darkness is Love:
deep, endless, rapturous curiosity
ripe for the work of creation.
Selah.
