Tide of Light
Summon morning’s tide
of light to flesh out secrets
hidden by the night.
Copyright © 2015-09-28, by Liz Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
The origin of this poem was a picture in my mind of a wee, little raccoon trying to wash bits of its breakfast in the outgoing tide and wondering why none was there anymore, once set down. I am not apologizing for the morphing; I don’t understand how the poem got from there to here.
“For all things are corrected by The Light and they are revealed, and everything that reveals is light.” [Ephesians 5:13, Aramaic Bible in Plain English.]