Sabbath Poem (Fall)
November 29, 2007
Fall into Night
by Bowie Snodgrass
Written last year for a time longer ago.
That Fall, I felt like I got thrown into the ocean –
All waves, rocky cliffs, unknown chaos reigned,
But you were my great beacon of hope, my lighthouse.
When Christmas tide came, the days became short –
You turned out your light, and turned me away,
Set me out to find my own way, row my way home.
And thus the metaphor began: when no wind, row –
So I picked up my oar, enjoyed calm days, starry nights,
And made it through winter storms, waves, and hurricanes.
When the last waves washed me up, pummeled me into
The shore, I looked up and saw bright rays at night –
Realized I was on dry land and there before me, Light.