(poems by Bianca van der Meulen)
Friday, August 19, 2011
It Was Dark
This morning everything was profound to me.
It happens when I’m sad,
makes your whole soul listen.
The dirt on the ceiling fan was speaking.
So was the light lighting next door’s brick.
When I grieve, the whole world sings;
it’s the strangest thing and I can’t
help, crying, praising the one they praise.