she turns
her face aside
and will not
give answer

I miss the
gift of her light-
it is so much easier
to know which
steps to walk,
when her beams
pave the way

She may
seem dark,
but her presence

I think
she wants me
to remember-
it is only in
the sink of night
beneath the shelter
of the shadows-

That we find
the strength to keep
on stepping,
and discover
the grace lit
possibilities of
the unlit path