This is a relog for a new follower…its one of my earlier posts on grief..written in the month following the loss of my sister.
I was drawn to pick up a book the other night, when sleep proved illusive and when I opened the book I found this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda.
The Mournful Face of God
I need your black wing.
So much honey in the topaz
each ray smiling in the wide fields
and all the abundant light about me,
all an electric whir in the high air.
And so give me your black wing,
to have the sapphire extinguished
and to have the angled mesh
the weeping of the earth
Now I am missing the black light.
Give me your slow blood,
spread over me your fearful wing.
Into my care give back the key
of the closed door.
For a moment,
for a short lifetime,
remove my light and leave me
to feel myself abandoned,
trembling in the web of twilight,
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