Matins/Lauds

The cold seeps from
stone to bone, a chill
at this darkest hour,
this deep shadow time
of night, uncertainty
of soul, uneasiness
of mind, resistance
of blanketed body.

In the darkness a soul
finds its hole, its hole
in the night, aperture
of hope and expectation.

An eyelid opens; a gleam
reaches toward a pinpoint
of light. A soul follows,
seeking the reality it knows
is there. Darkness softens,
the soul begins a tone,
a chord, a bar, moving
to a slight song, knowing
a symphony is waiting.

This poem is submitted to Open Link Night at d’Verse Poets Pub, a new online poetry publication officially launched today. To see other poems submitted, please visit d’Verse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.

Photograph: Daybreak by Teodoro Gruhl via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.