Unlit Depths

by Stephen Damon

           I advise you to look for God

            exactly where you lost him – Eckhart.

 

As the pitch black forest

Was waking from its sleep

I listened to the lonesome

Call of a mourning dove

 

Or was it the voice of another

Calling me from unseen

Depths of time and space

Reminding me of the unlit

 

Depth of myself

Where once I had met you

And where if I could find it

I would meet you again.

Bows,

Stephen