Dark Night: A New Poem

Life said to the wanderer: wait
without waiting. Kneel
yourself down there, on stone-
hearted stone.

Set down your hope too.
It could be mistaken. And
fold up that map. It may
also be wrong.

Though it be dark here
beyond all believing, with
no place for faith, no, just rock-
hardened rock,

unfasten, for now, the great
weight of your seeking — it
may, as you say, someday lead
your return —

but not even love is
from you here needed.
Suffer the silence, let all
rest in naught.

Stay down if you can,
eyes blind and knees
bleeding, all lost, all forsaken
unready for thought.

Orna Ross


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