I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino

A BLOOM

A grain of sand
in the darkness of a shell—
now a pearl

A bucket
in the darkness of a well,
holds fresh water

A flower called Bakawali,
blooms only once
in the cold of night.

This darkness is transformative
and not a prison, I touch your face,
I blossom.

Nightingales sing at night,
and all vision begins
in darkness

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017