Reigniting the Light of Christmas – Walking in Darkness
The final blog post of our “Reigniting the Light of Christmas” comes from Kelsey of Edinburgh.
I open my eyes.
The dark leaps to fill my vision as
Deepest night yawns ahead of me.
I am alone.
Straining to see,
Neon spots flicker across my sight,
rotating in a dizzying mirage
Until I let go of looking
And embrace the unknown.
I reach out a hand
And catch a whisper of wind.
Cool air rustling dry leaves to my left
And whistling along a stone wall to my right,
Calling me forward.
And breeze at my back
I make my way through inky black
Until sudden singing catches my breath
And breaks over my head in waves of euphoria;
“Glory, glory, glory!”
My shuffling steps quicken
And soon an intriguing waft of spices
Mixes with the rust of earth and leaves,
Until the bitter tang of ammonia
Takes my nose by surprise.
Then empty air meets my right hand
As I reach the end of the wall;
I turn to face the light revealed,
spilling from an open door.
Gathered in the glow
A jumble of bodies
Drawn out of the dark
To the light that has come.
Breath and song rise into the cold night
Mingling with the earthy scents and hubbub of humanity.
Hands still outstretched, unsteady,
I walk in to a welcome,
To a babe in the straw.
A small room awash with light
My fingertip held in a tiny clasp
No longer alone in the dark.
Kelsey is originally from New Zealand but is very much at home in Scotland, where she works in textiles in a weaving mill and spends her free time creating other beautiful bits of art and poetry.