What happened to darkness?

Was it where the bogeyman lived,

the dragon under my bed,

the time to touch, to tingle

and enjoy a sweet sexy snog?


Or was it the deep dark where

callous criminals took advantage

and left a small voice crying,

terrified of the call ‘lights out’,

well used by a prowling pervert?


Or was it the night sky

setting the scene for stars,

tiny lights sparkling with joy

a backdrop to guttering flames 

of bonfires and effervescent fizzing

of rockets and Catherine wheels?


Or was it the covering for a

cowering child, a place to

hide from a violent soldier,

safety in the midst of mayhem,

or a place to hide a treat for

a surprise, special celebration?


Or was it the moment waiting

in the dark at midnight when

“Lumen Christi” was called

and the candles flamed and

grew to fill everywhere with

jubilance, joy, hopefulness and peace?


Is it a place for badness

breathed from human hearts,

or of goodness graciously shown?

is it really a place of candle lit

grace or of hateful horror’s?

Your choice!

Published by


margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.