To be fearless

I have to confess...I think I've been afraid of really writing on this blog. But it seems that despite my lack of follow-through with my own fears, some of you really were brave. Kudos. It's been a privilege to hear the stories.

Now then, since it has come to my attention that I am on some level afraid of my own creativity, I will continue to post things here. It all started with Lent, but I don't think it is going to end there. As I venture to take up writing again in this particular sphere, I invite you to receive whatever materializes. Please allow me to join in on the real fear-facing a bit late.

Recovering my eyes

A jagged purple mystery--
mirrors all around
and blackened,
spotted;
here the trace
of fragile beauty
layered, sharp, rich
and deep as the crack
which bore its revelation.
Light rubs out
the places turned away
and ushers translucent transcendence.
Hear the rock glass cry,
trying to understand,
or to believe
that the back does
not mar the front to ugliness.
Feeling, knowing there
are calluses enclosing radiance
despite the reflection that is blind.
You are unspeakable beauty
dearest--cling to my eyes
and leave the looking glass alone
with its spots.