As I walked,
I asked there to be light,
so the shadows
would not consume me.
On this shortest day,
a low hanging sun
could not peak above the trees.
But, somehow
a light was shone,
illuminating the white bark of a gum.
To encounter this light,
was to find an opening,
and to feel heard.
Later, in a dance with the tors,
she returned.
Although the shadows grew long,
as the sun
dropped
behind the arms of the mountain,
there was
a final gift
of light.
“Remember this”
resonated
within me.
Opening into,
and out of,
shadowy places,
a light within.
Being with Country 