Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Cenacle

Those days the sun was warm on my face,
Seeping, golden, through the window, curtains
Drawn back to welcome the light.
Those wooden floors were my world, dusty and cold,
But eager for the light, eager for that chance to shine
Again. And when that shaft would break free of clouds
And come streaming in, I would stand in it,
Feet bathed in warmth, wondering.
Was light composed of particles small enough to pass through glass?
And this light really here with me, in my world?
Perhaps, then, it could brighten my panes, glassy and dark
From the lonely winters – hopelessly dreaming
I step forward, countering despair, ready to be bathed
Head and foot, reach out to touch the glass,
But my hand, shocked by cold, shrinks back,
And my eyes refuse the light.

4 comments:

don't be emily said...

I love it. I love sunshine. Don't get the title though...maybe I'm just being obtuse???

~im just only me~ said...

yeah it was untitled at first... I was thinking "Domine, non tantum pedes meos..." ... Or something with Thursday... anyway the point being to signal the Holy Thursday/grace symbolism that is sort of at the heart of it and that I tried to incorporate. I wasn't convinced that it was obvious enough without some sort of referencing title...???

don't be emily said...

You're right, not obvious enough without the title, but the "non tantum pedes" makes more sense than the other one. I didn't really get that reference with the Cenacle title...(hard to comment right now, kneeling in front of the computer with Whiskey and Quinn both crawling over my legs)...Maybe some way to make that pedes title in English?

~im just only me~ said...

Whiskey?! how bad is it?! ...oh, wait... :P