The Dark Light

The Luster of black candle light discloses into view a

massive monastery door of the sacred oak. Its seal is

broken and the door opens.

The knitting women of terra gather at the groundsill

to portend the darkness of the dispirited, who in the jaws of death move their

flesh and forms coarsely as the Living Dead.

Into the light of light, into the dark of darkness they

take residence into a position of total reconciliation where no

opposites exist. The inner and outer worlds confer to infinity.

A point of all origin and destruction, the Alpha and Omega

of death and rebirth.

--Hope Saphos DeVenuto