Thursday, December 12, 2019

Transfixed


Transfixed

From my porch, I witness lambent moon
raised as an offering above mountain's western edge,
a beacon of radiance, a whisper of prayer.

Turn, simultaneously see crowning sun
spill hues over mountain's eastern edge,
promising a day glorious, fulfilled.

Can't help but think "Alpha and Omega...",
of a time when "night will be no more,
nor will they need light from lamp or sun..."

Wonder at the meaning of eternity, truth,
redemption, restoration.  Of Creation, Revelation.
A new day, an end to another with me in the middle;

a moment, transfixed.

by Margaret Bednar, December 12, 2019


This is linked with the challenge from "Poets United - Midweek Motif - A/The Moment"

We moved into our home this past March... and I've never witnessed the simultaneous setting of the moon and rising of the sun until this morning.  Snapped the photo just about 7:00 am and KNEW what I was writing about today.  Seriously lucky enough to see the one from my back deck, the other from my front porch... OR if I stand in the middle of my living room as we have huge windows facing both directions.  It truly is like a cathedral - it's what sold me on this house.  In the poem I take creative license and shorten it to the porch.  

5 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is an intriguing response to the prompt, interesting to contemplate - from creation to revelation, we, in the middle, largely unaware.

Susan said...

A profound moment, and rare, to see the heavens as if fixed around each of us! The mind boggles. Yet I imagine this sky cathedral is always available somewhere to someone. Powerful.

Joel (@Stranded Tree) said...

Wonderful visual that you created with words and had a chance to take pictures of the beauty to share. "A new day, an end to another with me in the middle;/a moment, transfixed." I like how you put yourself in the middle and as the reader, I wish to be there as well.

Thank you, Margaret.

Sumana Roy said...

There is a sense of wonderment in every line that culminates in the close. To think of the 'lambent moon' as 'a whisper of prayer.' is so comforting.

Fireblossom said...

I especially like that second photograph. :-)